Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Iran and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Deepchord to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eve St. Jones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Echospace,
Jacob Miller,
10cc,
Kayak,
David McCallum,
Con Funk Shun,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kool Moe Dee,
In Retrospect,
Sparks,
Heaven 17,
Black Moon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rapeman,
Ponytail,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lou Reed,
Dennis Brown,
The Divine Comedy,
The Fortunes,
The Black Dice,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Buckinghams,
The Gun Club,
LL Cool J,
Minor Threat,
The Names,
a-ha,
Pole,
ABC,
Talk Talk,
Deepchord,
Mantronix,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Bar-Kays,
James White and The Blacks,
Skriet,
Sällskapet,
Au Pairs,
Negative Approach,
Aswad,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Grey Daturas,
Bush Tetras,
Brass Construction,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Symarip,
Rekid,
Fear,
John Foxx,
Cameo,
The Gories,
Animal Collective,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mark Hollis,
Warsaw,
Liliput,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.