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 El Salvador and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Trumans Water to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb 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 harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Derrick Morgan,
Jacob Miller,
The American Breed,
Sam Rivers,
Eric Dolphy,
the Slits,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Thee Headcoats,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Patti Smith,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Joe Finger,
Bob Dylan,
Gichy Dan,
Connie Case,
The Buckinghams,
Harmonia,
Qualms,
The Wake,
The Music Machine,
The Raincoats,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Average White Band,
Todd Rundgren,
The Sonics,
Nico,
the Sonics,
Sight & Sound,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gang Green,
Robert Hood,
Minutemen,
Bluetip,
Iggy Pop,
Bush Tetras,
Crispy Ambulance,
Basic Channel,
Alison Limerick,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Amon Düül II,
T. Rex,
Cymande,
The Cowsills,
Q65,
Howard Jones,
The Gun Club,
Swell Maps,
Wally Richardson,
The Searchers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Five Americans,
Ultra Naté,
Man Eating Sloth,
K-Klass,
Reagan Youth,
Procol Harum,
Roxy Music,
Kurtis Blow,
Gang Gang Dance,
Grey Daturas,
Ronnie Foster,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.