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 Bolivia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 synthesizer and a guitar 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 marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Victims,
The Moody Blues,
Thee Headcoats,
KRS-One,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rekid,
New Order,
DJ Sneak,
Soft Machine,
The New Christs,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Clear Light,
The Cramps,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
In Retrospect,
X-Ray Spex,
Flash Fearless,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Steve Hackett,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Judy Mowatt,
the Bar-Kays,
Television,
Maurizio,
Camberwell Now,
Hot Snakes,
The Buckinghams,
Quantec,
The Residents,
Robert Hood,
Eric B and Rakim,
Interpol,
Scientists,
Patti Smith,
Nik Kershaw,
Ken Boothe,
Janne Schatter,
Shuggie Otis,
Second Layer,
Moby Grape,
Godley & Creme,
MC5,
Suburban Knight,
Animal Collective,
Guru Guru,
Silicon Teens,
Japan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Tremeloes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
kango's stein massive,
Von Mondo,
Los Fastidios,
Man Parrish,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Youth Brigade,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Monolake,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.