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 Portugal and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Interpol to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Litter. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 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 synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Monks,
Black Flag,
Derrick May,
Funky Four + One,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Spandau Ballet,
Jacob Miller,
Joe Smooth,
Q65,
Alison Limerick,
Yellowson,
Todd Terry,
Nation of Ulysses,
Peter & Gordon,
Sun City Girls,
Fluxion,
Anakelly,
Silicon Teens,
The Birthday Party,
Theoretical Girls,
Little Man,
Outsiders,
Livin' Joy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rod Modell,
Quantec,
The Shadows of Knight,
Crooked Eye,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kas Product,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lou Christie,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Surgeon,
Yazoo,
Barbara Tucker,
Curtis Mayfield,
Television,
The Motions,
Groovy Waters,
Nas,
Warsaw,
The Pop Group,
Jacques Brel,
Aloha Tigers,
Mars,
Barrington Levy,
10cc,
Donald Byrd,
The Fugs,
a-ha,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
John Lydon,
Laurel Aitken,
Pere Ubu,
Essential Logic,
Q and Not U,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Barry Ungar,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eurythmics,
Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano.
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.