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 Uruguay and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar 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 Pharoah Sanders to the dance 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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba 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 rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
The Associates,
Be Bop Deluxe,
T. Rex,
The Flesh Eaters,
Yazoo,
Goldenarms,
Saccharine Trust,
Steve Hackett,
Roxy Music,
Index,
Arcadia,
Swans,
Dennis Brown,
Quando Quango,
Moby Grape,
Jerry's Kids,
The Raincoats,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Gun Club,
Anthony Braxton,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Main Source,
The Grass Roots,
Sixth Finger,
The Fire Engines,
Jacob Miller,
Essential Logic,
The Seeds,
Pylon,
Jeff Lynne,
Bad Manners,
Malaria!,
Sarah Menescal,
The Blues Magoos,
John Holt,
AZ,
The Selecter,
Bobby Byrd,
Camouflage,
OOIOO,
The Smiths,
Suburban Knight,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Soft Cell,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Techniques,
Radio Birdman,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Monks,
Neil Young,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Birthday Party,
Country Teasers,
Kenny Larkin,
The Human League,
Erasure,
Man Parrish,
Gang Gang Dance,
Joy Division,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.