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 Mongolia and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Smoke to the grunge 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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord 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 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Cybotron,
The Index,
OOIOO,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lindisfarne,
LL Cool J,
Spoonie Gee,
John Coltrane,
Pantaleimon,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jandek,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jacob Miller,
Gang Gang Dance,
Soft Cell,
Depeche Mode,
Drexciya,
The Blues Magoos,
the Bar-Kays,
This Heat,
Don Cherry,
Aswad,
The Misunderstood,
Oblivians,
New York Dolls,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
James White and The Blacks,
Bluetip,
The Gladiators,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Marc Almond,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Blake Baxter,
Eric B and Rakim,
Prince Buster,
Reagan Youth,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Nico,
Goldenarms,
Kerrie Biddell,
Slick Rick,
Wolf Eyes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bauhaus,
Inner City,
Minnie Riperton,
Freddie Wadling,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Intrusion,
Bobby Womack,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rufus Thomas,
Chris & Cosey,
Section 25,
The Barracudas,
Ultravox,
Soulsonic Force,
Radio Birdman,
Adolescents,
Ornette Coleman,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.