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 Mongolia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the snare 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 Crispy Ambulance to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes 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 snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
Scott Walker,
Public Enemy,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Zeros,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lungfish,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Blues Magoos,
MC5,
Audionom,
Kaleidoscope,
Model 500,
Joe Smooth,
Boz Scaggs,
Matthew Bourne,
Royal Trux,
Bluetip,
Arcadia,
Sixth Finger,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The New Christs,
The Victims,
Harmonia,
Crime,
Mars,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Moss Icon,
Bootsy Collins,
Laurel Aitken,
The Residents,
John Foxx,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jeff Lynne,
Chris Corsano,
The Last Poets,
The Barracudas,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Yellowson,
Cheater Slicks,
Michelle Simonal,
Gil Scott Heron,
John Lydon,
Das Ding,
Zapp,
Hoover,
Kool Moe Dee,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Bar-Kays,
Tubeway Army,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sandy B,
Faraquet,
Mr. Review,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ronan,
The Smiths,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Porter Ricks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Masters at Work,
Jacques Brel,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.