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 Germany and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the theremin 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 Anthony Braxton 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ 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 mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Al Stewart,
Joensuu 1685,
Tres Demented,
Arab on Radar,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Marine Girls,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Five Americans,
Gong,
D'Angelo,
Moebius,
Soft Machine,
Brass Construction,
Los Fastidios,
John Cale,
Model 500,
Underground Resistance,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rites of Spring,
Frankie Knuckles,
Faust,
a-ha,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Desert Stars,
Hardrive,
Urselle,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lungfish,
DNA,
David Bowie,
Black Pus,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Toni Rubio,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Standells,
The Slits,
Country Teasers,
The Techniques,
The Barracudas,
Todd Terry,
Jeff Lynne,
X-102,
Max Romeo,
DJ Style,
The Durutti Column,
Donny Hathaway,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Audionom,
Ken Boothe,
Grey Daturas,
Glambeats Corp.,
Don Cherry,
Drexciya,
Cymande,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Velvet Underground,
Johnny Clarke,
Minutemen,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.