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 Zimbabwe and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 Calgary and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Grandmaster Flash to the dance 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 Wake. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 sitar and a synthesizer 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 mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
LL Cool J,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Young Marble Giants,
Derrick May,
Vladislav Delay,
Clear Light,
Hot Snakes,
Ponytail,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Electric Prunes,
Curtis Mayfield,
Model 500,
FM Einheit,
Moebius,
Joy Division,
Sun City Girls,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ornette Coleman,
Yusef Lateef,
Television,
Wings,
The Saints,
Supertramp,
Drive Like Jehu,
Wire,
Black Flag,
Qualms,
Porter Ricks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Hoover,
Letta Mbulu,
Desert Stars,
Chris & Cosey,
Sex Pistols,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Index,
the Association,
Mo-Dettes,
Maurizio,
Idris Muhammad,
Deadbeat,
Judy Mowatt,
Robert Wyatt,
The Birthday Party,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Minor Threat,
Grey Daturas,
Yazoo,
Jeff Mills,
Hardrive,
World's Most,
The Busters,
Grandmaster Flash,
Scan 7,
Minutemen,
ABC,
Colin Newman,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.