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 Bolivia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 Hong Kong and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the dance 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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare 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 sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Zero Boys,
Moby Grape,
Mr. Review,
Ornette Coleman,
Metal Thangz,
Joyce Sims,
Fat Boys,
Erykah Badu,
T.S.O.L.,
EPMD,
The Walker Brothers,
Tommy Roe,
Hardrive,
Maurizio,
Interpol,
Oblivians,
Albert Ayler,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Black Bananas,
Iggy Pop,
The Cosmic Jokers,
John Coltrane,
The Monks,
Chris & Cosey,
Kaleidoscope,
Popol Vuh,
Warren Ellis,
Derrick Morgan,
Eli Mardock,
Banda Bassotti,
Ludus,
Roxette,
Rosa Yemen,
June Days,
The Remains,
Rakim,
Drexciya,
Glambeats Corp.,
Average White Band,
Slave,
Sam Rivers,
Yazoo,
Archie Shepp,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sandy B,
Gang Gang Dance,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Associates,
Faust,
L. Decosne,
New Order,
Gang Green,
Curtis Mayfield,
Boogie Down Productions,
Davy DMX,
Agitation Free,
Lucky Dragons,
Gabor Szabo,
The Toasters,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.