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 Fiji and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Traffic Nightmare to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator 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 arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
The Slits,
Harry Pussy,
Wally Richardson,
Reagan Youth,
The Monks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rakim,
Jacob Miller,
Hashim,
Au Pairs,
Make Up,
the Soft Cell,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Fall,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Blossom Toes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lalann,
Iggy Pop,
Frankie Knuckles,
World's Most,
Erykah Badu,
Minutemen,
The Modern Lovers,
Max Romeo,
Joensuu 1685,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Terry Callier,
Neil Young,
Cheater Slicks,
10cc,
Jeru the Damaja,
Henry Cow,
T. Rex,
Kenny Larkin,
Dead Boys,
Skaos,
Sister Nancy,
Girls At Our Best!,
DJ Sneak,
Albert Ayler,
Sun Ra,
Unwound,
the Germs,
The Offenders,
Alton Ellis,
Lee Hazlewood,
Essential Logic,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Magazine,
Bronski Beat,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Normal,
Slave,
Franke,
Maleditus Sound,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.