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 China and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Reuben Wilson to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord 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 theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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?
Oblivians,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Misunderstood,
Minor Threat,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Quando Quango,
F. McDonald,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Camouflage,
Soft Cell,
The Black Dice,
Wasted Youth,
Circle Jerks,
Quantec,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Johnny Osbourne,
Scion,
Porter Ricks,
Black Bananas,
CMW,
Clear Light,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Human League,
Sun City Girls,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Connie Case,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Aswad,
Eli Mardock,
Buzzcocks,
Michelle Simonal,
Sugar Minott,
The Slackers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Danielle Patucci,
Deepchord,
Jeru the Damaja,
Shoche,
John Foxx,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Icehouse,
Terrestrial Tones,
H. Thieme,
John Coltrane,
Trumans Water,
Pulsallama,
Half Japanese,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Gladiators,
The Monks,
T. Rex,
Eric B and Rakim,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Soft Cell,
The Fortunes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bill Wells,
Dead Boys,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.