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 Laos and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Laurel Aitken to the rock 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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord 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 rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Depeche Mode,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Franke,
Roger Hodgson,
Young Marble Giants,
Godley & Creme,
Newcleus,
Kaleidoscope,
Soft Cell,
Monolake,
Eric B and Rakim,
Piero Umiliani,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Simply Red,
Bluetip,
Vainqueur,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Divine Comedy,
Moebius,
Alice Coltrane,
Easy Going,
The Angels of Light,
Negative Approach,
Moby Grape,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bill Wells,
Magazine,
Pulsallama,
Warsaw,
Agent Orange,
New Age Steppers,
The Selecter,
Dorothy Ashby,
Todd Terry,
Dark Day,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
June of 44,
The Martian,
The Leaves,
Byron Stingily,
The Cosmic Jokers,
MC5,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Black Dice,
Royal Trux,
Mandrill,
Lee Hazlewood,
Derrick May,
The Evens,
Pet Shop Boys,
Wasted Youth,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Qualms,
Derrick Morgan,
Tommy Roe,
Tom Boy,
Smog,
Main Source,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.