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 Austria and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Gang Starr to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a chamberlin 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 spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Bronski Beat,
Dawn Penn,
Half Japanese,
Erasure,
Delta 5,
Basic Channel,
Animal Collective,
Liliput,
Zapp,
Scan 7,
Brothers Johnson,
the Germs,
Derrick Morgan,
John Foxx,
Ronnie Foster,
The Smiths,
Rapeman,
Tomorrow,
DNA,
Eric Copeland,
Monolake,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Severed Heads,
the Sonics,
Kayak,
Banda Bassotti,
Average White Band,
Aaron Thompson,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Slits,
The Black Dice,
Chris Corsano,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
X-Ray Spex,
Kas Product,
The Residents,
Slave,
Matthew Bourne,
Sight & Sound,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Victims,
Saccharine Trust,
Visage,
Scrapy,
Grauzone,
cv313,
Index,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Howard Jones,
Babytalk,
E-Dancer,
Q65,
Deepchord,
Pussy Galore,
Quando Quango,
Don Cherry,
Reagan Youth,
The Cowsills,
AZ,
Sixth Finger,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.