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 Nauru and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 clarinet 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the rap 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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an organ and a rhodes 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 linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Howard Jones,
Gang Gang Dance,
Laurel Aitken,
MC5,
Trumans Water,
Bobby Womack,
Bluetip,
Marine Girls,
Peter & Gordon,
Bang On A Can,
Amon Düül II,
Flash Fearless,
Kurtis Blow,
June of 44,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
kango's stein massive,
D'Angelo,
Girls At Our Best!,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gang of Four,
Sound Behaviour,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Robert Görl,
New Order,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kaleidoscope,
Pere Ubu,
Banda Bassotti,
Lungfish,
Hardrive,
Tears for Fears,
Marc Almond,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kayak,
Lindisfarne,
The Shadows of Knight,
John Lydon,
Robert Hood,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Wake,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fad Gadget,
The Gap Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Barrington Levy,
Angry Samoans,
The Fortunes,
The Five Americans,
Nik Kershaw,
X-Ray Spex,
Tom Boy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Royal Trux,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Boredoms,
X-102,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.