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 Australia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Blake Baxter to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crooked Eye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Neu!,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bill Wells,
Metal Thangz,
Pulsallama,
Kerri Chandler,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bush Tetras,
Roxette,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Big Daddy Kane,
Newcleus,
Drive Like Jehu,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Invisible,
Accadde A,
The Stooges,
X-102,
The Birthday Party,
Soft Cell,
Thee Headcoats,
Monks,
Anakelly,
The Cowsills,
Babytalk,
D'Angelo,
Gang Starr,
Quantec,
Sandy B,
L. Decosne,
DJ Style,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Minor Threat,
The New Christs,
Lightning Bolt,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sparks,
Wally Richardson,
Fugazi,
The Count Five,
Second Layer,
Sun Ra,
Yazoo,
Little Man,
Sugar Minott,
The Flesh Eaters,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Durutti Column,
Minnie Riperton,
Symarip,
This Heat,
Rekid,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Cecil Taylor,
Eurythmics,
Robert Wyatt,
Vainqueur,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.