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 Turkmenistan and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Neu! to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb 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 rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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?
Henry Cow,
In Retrospect,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Metal Thangz,
Cluster,
Grauzone,
Television,
Audionom,
Tres Demented,
Ice-T,
The Music Machine,
Flamin' Groovies,
a-ha,
The Pretty Things,
Magma,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bad Manners,
Swell Maps,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Q65,
Tim Buckley,
JFA,
These Immortal Souls,
Sight & Sound,
The Gladiators,
Ponytail,
Youth Brigade,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Names,
Ossler,
Althea and Donna,
Alison Limerick,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The United States of America,
Little Man,
Black Moon,
The Neon Judgement,
Scott Walker,
Matthew Bourne,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Morten Harket,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Alton Ellis,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Model 500,
Kevin Saunderson,
Radiohead,
The Skatalites,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Nik Kershaw,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
K-Klass,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Moss Icon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sandy B,
The Slits,
Public Enemy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Erasure,
Dual Sessions,
Amon Düül,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.