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 Honduras and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Stooges to the jazz 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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe 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 oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
The Smiths,
Index,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Names,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eric B and Rakim,
New Order,
Thee Headcoats,
Camberwell Now,
Theoretical Girls,
Franke,
AZ,
FM Einheit,
X-Ray Spex,
Graham Central Station,
Suicide,
Warren Ellis,
Roy Ayers,
The Barracudas,
Isaac Hayes,
Mandrill,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Brass Construction,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Marine Girls,
PIL,
Q and Not U,
Aloha Tigers,
Toni Rubio,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Cal Tjader,
The Leaves,
Don Cherry,
The Smoke,
Khruangbin,
The Motions,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pantaleimon,
JFA,
Black Pus,
Can,
Leonard Cohen,
Cheater Slicks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Judy Mowatt,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Organ,
Prince Buster,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Litter,
Fela Kuti,
Amon Düül,
Tomorrow,
Newcleus,
Black Flag,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.