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 Sudan and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Byron Stingily to the jazz 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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 clarinet 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 linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Mandrill,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Dennis Brown,
Camouflage,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Make Up,
Harmonia,
The Young Rascals,
The Standells,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Moss Icon,
The Slackers,
Anthony Braxton,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Marcia Griffiths,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bronski Beat,
Derrick Morgan,
Sound Behaviour,
Massinfluence,
Bizarre Inc.,
Grauzone,
Ohio Players,
Magazine,
Half Japanese,
Grandmaster Flash,
Electric Prunes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Howard Jones,
The Fortunes,
Soul II Soul,
Youth Brigade,
Matthew Halsall,
Eve St. Jones,
Robert Görl,
Negative Approach,
Amon Düül II,
John Foxx,
The Toasters,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Porter Ricks,
Judy Mowatt,
Swans,
The Stooges,
DJ Style,
Technova,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Cameo,
KRS-One,
Basic Channel,
Ken Boothe,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Todd Rundgren,
H. Thieme,
Monolake,
Funkadelic,
10cc,
Q65,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.