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 Angola and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Accra.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Knickerbockers to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar 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 marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Gichy Dan,
Oneida,
Rakim,
The United States of America,
Big Daddy Kane,
KRS-One,
Von Mondo,
The Sound,
Lyres,
Theoretical Girls,
Robert Görl,
Grauzone,
Zapp,
Scion,
Joe Smooth,
Nirvana,
Drexciya,
Pylon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fear,
The Trojans,
The Standells,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Warsaw,
Prince Buster,
The Doors,
Al Stewart,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Average White Band,
David McCallum,
Lee Hazlewood,
Marcia Griffiths,
Scan 7,
Little Man,
a-ha,
One Last Wish,
Crispian St. Peters,
Juan Atkins,
Mo-Dettes,
The Litter,
Blossom Toes,
Babytalk,
Tres Demented,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Silicon Teens,
Tim Buckley,
Pantaleimon,
Mars,
Ken Boothe,
Sex Pistols,
Bobby Byrd,
Eli Mardock,
AZ,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Stereo Dub,
Shuggie Otis,
A Certain Ratio,
Delon & Dalcan,
Junior Murvin,
JFA,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gregory Isaacs,
Franke,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.