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 Mongolia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Desert Stars to the rap 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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron 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 chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
Max Romeo,
Swell Maps,
Drexciya,
Erasure,
Bootsy Collins,
R.M.O.,
Amazonics,
Dawn Penn,
Idris Muhammad,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
John Coltrane,
Flash Fearless,
The Moody Blues,
Nas,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mark Hollis,
The Slits,
MDC,
Subhumans,
DJ Sneak,
Grey Daturas,
Lalann,
The Slackers,
the Swans,
Aural Exciters,
Rod Modell,
Animal Collective,
Donald Byrd,
Roxy Music,
Susan Cadogan,
Sight & Sound,
Massinfluence,
Pantaleimon,
Traffic Nightmare,
T. Rex,
Howard Jones,
Tears for Fears,
Kurtis Blow,
KRS-One,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mars,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Heaven 17,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Litter,
The United States of America,
Charles Mingus,
H. Thieme,
Unrelated Segments,
the Sonics,
Aswad,
Black Sheep,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.