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 France and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Girls At Our Best! to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin 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 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Blossom Toes,
The Fugs,
Rod Modell,
New Order,
David Bowie,
Ronnie Foster,
Fluxion,
R.M.O.,
Technova,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Johnny Osbourne,
Loose Ends,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Dirtbombs,
Depeche Mode,
Brand Nubian,
AZ,
Basic Channel,
Robert Görl,
Crispy Ambulance,
Black Bananas,
Animal Collective,
Junior Murvin,
Juan Atkins,
Main Source,
Fad Gadget,
The Cramps,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Smiths,
Bob Dylan,
Lou Reed,
Excepter,
The Dead C,
T.S.O.L.,
Roxy Music,
The New Christs,
Bill Wells,
H. Thieme,
Jeff Mills,
Iggy Pop,
Dawn Penn,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kaleidoscope,
The Trojans,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Star Department,
Sun City Girls,
The Vogues,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ultravox,
Warren Ellis,
Colin Newman,
Lalann,
Ultra Naté,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Divine Comedy,
Peter and Kerry,
Janne Schatter,
A Certain Ratio,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.