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 Tajikistan and from New York.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the snare 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 Loose Ends to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and a rhodes 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 a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Radiohead,
Sight & Sound,
The Grass Roots,
Skriet,
Pharoah Sanders,
Brick,
Sister Nancy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Red Krayola,
B.T. Express,
Drexciya,
DJ Style,
The Monochrome Set,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Schoolly D,
The Smoke,
The Move,
The Victims,
Chris & Cosey,
Black Flag,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
FM Einheit,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Kinks,
The Modern Lovers,
Boredoms,
Masters at Work,
Malaria!,
Rotary Connection,
The Cramps,
U.S. Maple,
Marcia Griffiths,
Harry Pussy,
The Buckinghams,
Lou Reed,
The J.B.'s,
Sixth Finger,
Tropical Tobacco,
Harmonia,
Supertramp,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Count Five,
Animal Collective,
Brass Construction,
The Names,
Mary Jane Girls,
UT,
Moebius,
Cecil Taylor,
Popol Vuh,
Easy Going,
Surgeon,
Buzzcocks,
June Days,
Joy Division,
Minnie Riperton,
L. Decosne,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.