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 Benin and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 These Immortal Souls to the crunk 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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum 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 spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Joey Negro,
AZ,
The Blackbyrds,
Moss Icon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Roy Ayers,
The Pretty Things,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Moody Blues,
Bill Near,
T.S.O.L.,
Joyce Sims,
Tim Buckley,
48th St. Collective,
Ralphi Rosario,
Erykah Badu,
Erasure,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rekid,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Toasters,
Metal Thangz,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Techniques,
Audionom,
Yusef Lateef,
The Mummies,
Susan Cadogan,
Kaleidoscope,
The Flesh Eaters,
Idris Muhammad,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
La Düsseldorf,
Eric Dolphy,
Accadde A,
Cymande,
Gil Scott Heron,
Aswad,
The Human League,
Technova,
The Invisible,
Quantec,
Danielle Patucci,
David Axelrod,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rites of Spring,
The Real Kids,
Mantronix,
Cecil Taylor,
Jandek,
Fela Kuti,
Fatback Band,
Babytalk,
FM Einheit,
Pantaleimon,
Ice-T,
Agitation Free,
Todd Terry,
Bauhaus,
Banda Bassotti,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.