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 Iraq and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Camberwell Now to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin 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 snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Erasure,
Pet Shop Boys,
EPMD,
Kenny Larkin,
Amon Düül II,
Dennis Brown,
Jeff Mills,
Q65,
Ronnie Foster,
Eli Mardock,
Susan Cadogan,
Angry Samoans,
Loose Ends,
Soft Machine,
Bobby Byrd,
Royal Trux,
the Sonics,
Marmalade,
Bobby Womack,
Smog,
Scan 7,
The Buckinghams,
Althea and Donna,
Hot Snakes,
Don Cherry,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
LL Cool J,
The Sound,
Minny Pops,
Big Daddy Kane,
Chris Corsano,
The Victims,
Black Bananas,
The Standells,
Bush Tetras,
The Saints,
Man Parrish,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Aloha Tigers,
David McCallum,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Evens,
Inner City,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Skaos,
Banda Bassotti,
The J.B.'s,
La Düsseldorf,
Funkadelic,
The Beau Brummels,
Cheater Slicks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Swans,
Arcadia,
Faraquet,
Organ,
Traffic Nightmare,
John Cale,
Drexciya,
Simply Red,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.