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 Croatia and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Rod Modell to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ 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 sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Spandau Ballet,
Pole,
Rakim,
The Associates,
Deakin,
Roxette,
The Monochrome Set,
Marine Girls,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ituana,
Scan 7,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Nas,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Wake,
Gerry Rafferty,
Scientists,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Deadbeat,
Skaos,
The Beau Brummels,
The Five Americans,
The Fortunes,
Minor Threat,
Crime,
Todd Rundgren,
The Velvet Underground,
Alice Coltrane,
The Searchers,
Absolute Body Control,
The Knickerbockers,
Public Enemy,
Grey Daturas,
Mary Jane Girls,
Joe Smooth,
Smog,
Trumans Water,
The Durutti Column,
Hardrive,
Kevin Saunderson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
A Certain Ratio,
Bluetip,
Gichy Dan,
The Mojo Men,
The Monks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Matthew Halsall,
Leonard Cohen,
Hoover,
Severed Heads,
Wally Richardson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Laurel Aitken,
Bobby Womack,
Unwound,
Tomorrow,
Judy Mowatt,
John Cale,
Max Romeo,
The Residents,
Von Mondo,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.