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 India and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Mojo Men to the funk 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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ 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 rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Darondo,
Quando Quango,
Loose Ends,
The Seeds,
Lucky Dragons,
the Human League,
the Bar-Kays,
Blake Baxter,
Gichy Dan,
Soft Cell,
Bluetip,
Bang On A Can,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Smoke,
David McCallum,
Ludus,
X-102,
Gang of Four,
Don Cherry,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eden Ahbez,
ABC,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Underground Resistance,
Bush Tetras,
One Last Wish,
Aswad,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Slackers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Black Dice,
Deepchord,
Lee Hazlewood,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Dave Clark Five,
In Retrospect,
10cc,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kas Product,
Grauzone,
Joey Negro,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Slave,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Leaves,
Theoretical Girls,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lower 48,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Doors,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ash Ra Tempel,
X-101,
The Shadows of Knight,
Hardrive,
Wasted Youth,
New Age Steppers,
Y Pants,
Traffic Nightmare,
T.S.O.L.,
Jacques Brel,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.