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 Peru and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 Portland and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the marimba 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 Schoolly D to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord 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 chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
The Vogues,
Magma,
The Knickerbockers,
The Tremeloes,
Panda Bear,
Sonic Youth,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
John Foxx,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gang Starr,
The Toasters,
Andrew Hill,
The Evens,
Severed Heads,
Pagans,
Rod Modell,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Star Department,
New Order,
Joe Finger,
Grauzone,
Glenn Branca,
Bush Tetras,
The Fugs,
Sex Pistols,
Mad Mike,
Alison Limerick,
Amazonics,
One Last Wish,
Sister Nancy,
Steve Hackett,
The Doobie Brothers,
DJ Sneak,
The Angels of Light,
Drexciya,
Don Cherry,
The Slits,
Y Pants,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
ABC,
Stereo Dub,
Television,
The Neon Judgement,
Colin Newman,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Shadows of Knight,
Essential Logic,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Smog,
Thompson Twins,
Juan Atkins,
The Young Rascals,
Nas,
the Soft Cell,
Lou Reed,
Derrick Morgan,
The Gun Club,
A Certain Ratio,
Index,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
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.