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 Slovakia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 OOIOO to the funk 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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro 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 linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Derrick Morgan,
Prince Buster,
Lower 48,
PIL,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Morten Harket,
Trumans Water,
Isaac Hayes,
Dark Day,
Section 25,
Vladislav Delay,
Roger Hodgson,
Little Man,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mr. Review,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Human League,
Pantytec,
Electric Prunes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Charles Mingus,
U.S. Maple,
Main Source,
The Standells,
Faraquet,
Maurizio,
The Mummies,
X-Ray Spex,
Goldenarms,
Gabor Szabo,
Index,
Spoonie Gee,
The Black Dice,
Tommy Roe,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jandek,
Q65,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rites of Spring,
Mad Mike,
Wings,
The Associates,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eric Dolphy,
Kayak,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lou Reed,
F. McDonald,
Frankie Knuckles,
Juan Atkins,
Khruangbin,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Funkadelic,
Black Moon,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kevin Saunderson,
K-Klass,
Von Mondo,
Mission of Burma,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.