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 United Kingdom and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gang of Four to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba 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 guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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?
The Young Rascals,
Josef K,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lower 48,
Mark Hollis,
Parry Music,
Junior Murvin,
Cecil Taylor,
Sex Pistols,
Terry Callier,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Raincoats,
Alison Limerick,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ronnie Foster,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
X-Ray Spex,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Minny Pops,
Theoretical Girls,
The Fugs,
Mandrill,
Livin' Joy,
Liliput,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Con Funk Shun,
Gregory Isaacs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Visage,
Mary Jane Girls,
Clear Light,
World's Most,
Hoover,
Johnny Osbourne,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dorothy Ashby,
F. McDonald,
Neu!,
Dennis Brown,
Television,
Idris Muhammad,
Slave,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Davy DMX,
H. Thieme,
Cal Tjader,
Eric Dolphy,
The Selecter,
The Sisters of Mercy,
John Foxx,
Bob Dylan,
The Cure,
Electric Prunes,
The Fuzztones,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
CMW,
cv313,
Public Image Ltd.,
Robert Wyatt,
New York Dolls,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.