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 Singapore and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Alice Coltrane to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 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 guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
David McCallum,
Cameo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Yellowson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Man Parrish,
Theoretical Girls,
The Residents,
Boredoms,
Hot Snakes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Suicide,
Moby Grape,
Jeff Mills,
Letta Mbulu,
Radiohead,
Kevin Saunderson,
E-Dancer,
Mark Hollis,
The Martian,
AZ,
The Toasters,
Radiopuhelimet,
The United States of America,
The Count Five,
KRS-One,
Rapeman,
The Searchers,
JFA,
Monks,
These Immortal Souls,
Popol Vuh,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Gories,
Junior Murvin,
Japan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fear,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Cowsills,
Graham Central Station,
Marshall Jefferson,
Robert Görl,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lucky Dragons,
Donny Hathaway,
Yazoo,
The Velvet Underground,
Funky Four + One,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Vogues,
John Foxx,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fat Boys,
Ludus,
Al Stewart,
Eli Mardock,
Marmalade,
The Fire Engines,
Black Flag,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.