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 Slovenia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Divine Comedy to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes 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 theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Terry Callier,
Audionom,
Susan Cadogan,
The Neon Judgement,
The Residents,
Sarah Menescal,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Blossom Toes,
Sam Rivers,
ABC,
F. McDonald,
48th St. Collective,
Junior Murvin,
Porter Ricks,
Cameo,
Joey Negro,
Soul II Soul,
Fluxion,
Outsiders,
Scan 7,
Stetsasonic,
June Days,
Agitation Free,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mandrill,
Pole,
Hasil Adkins,
Liliput,
Brand Nubian,
Gregory Isaacs,
Deakin,
Minnie Riperton,
The Associates,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Altered Images,
Tom Boy,
Al Stewart,
Scratch Acid,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Quadrant,
Spandau Ballet,
Flash Fearless,
Hoover,
Tomorrow,
Blancmange,
ABBA,
Judy Mowatt,
Negative Approach,
Khruangbin,
Vladislav Delay,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Talk Talk,
Mantronix,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Excepter,
Rites of Spring,
Subhumans,
Derrick Morgan,
UT,
The Gories,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.