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 Libya and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the sitar 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 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 harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Soulsonic Force,
The Music Machine,
Chris & Cosey,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kenny Larkin,
Slick Rick,
The Kinks,
The Neon Judgement,
The Doors,
Eddi Front,
The Monochrome Set,
Lightning Bolt,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lyres,
Intrusion,
World's Most,
The Flesh Eaters,
Davy DMX,
Bang On A Can,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
David Axelrod,
Television,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pylon,
Inner City,
The Human League,
Das Ding,
Boz Scaggs,
The Selecter,
The Fortunes,
Toni Rubio,
Altered Images,
Saccharine Trust,
John Holt,
Hashim,
Mo-Dettes,
UT,
Alison Limerick,
Mad Mike,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jerry's Kids,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Standells,
Crispian St. Peters,
Roxy Music,
Reagan Youth,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sandy B,
Tres Demented,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eurythmics,
La Düsseldorf,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
T.S.O.L.,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.