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 Eritrea and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the snare 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 Connie Case to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet 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 chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Toni Rubio,
Stockholm Monsters,
Stetsasonic,
Scott Walker,
Duran Duran,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kenny Larkin,
Royal Trux,
Urselle,
The Seeds,
Can,
LL Cool J,
Animal Collective,
Eric Copeland,
Boogie Down Productions,
Maleditus Sound,
Rotary Connection,
Rites of Spring,
Rakim,
Lyres,
The Tremeloes,
The Leaves,
Organ,
Godley & Creme,
Leonard Cohen,
Maurizio,
Wally Richardson,
Kas Product,
Stiv Bators,
New Order,
Lindisfarne,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Loose Ends,
Jimmy McGriff,
Patti Smith,
Thee Headcoats,
Frankie Knuckles,
Silicon Teens,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Cure,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Hasil Adkins,
James White and The Blacks,
Skarface,
Liliput,
Prince Buster,
Crash Course in Science,
Con Funk Shun,
Cybotron,
Robert Wyatt,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kaleidoscope,
Roy Ayers,
Wasted Youth,
The Raincoats,
Lou Christie,
Desert Stars,
Underground Resistance,
DNA,
Lucky Dragons,
June Days,
The Wake,
X-101,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.