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 Dominica and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Easy Going to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron 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 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
The Skatalites,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Buzzcocks,
Aloha Tigers,
The Neon Judgement,
Urselle,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Johnny Osbourne,
Stockholm Monsters,
Excepter,
Kerri Chandler,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Searchers,
Shuggie Otis,
the Fania All-Stars,
Shoche,
Vainqueur,
Todd Rundgren,
The Busters,
Lalo Schifrin,
Michelle Simonal,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jeru the Damaja,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bad Manners,
Negative Approach,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Zapp,
Tommy Roe,
Kerrie Biddell,
Cal Tjader,
Royal Trux,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jeff Lynne,
Mo-Dettes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Stereo Dub,
Reuben Wilson,
Infiniti,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dual Sessions,
Lungfish,
Carl Craig,
Von Mondo,
Joe Finger,
48th St. Collective,
Radiohead,
Crooked Eye,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Yellowson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eurythmics,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mark Hollis,
F. McDonald,
The Litter,
Inner City,
Brick,
Magma,
Grey Daturas,
Avey Tare,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.