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 Singapore and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Girls At Our Best! to the dance 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 the Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an oboe 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 guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Q65,
The Monochrome Set,
The Offenders,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lungfish,
The Moody Blues,
Davy DMX,
Lucky Dragons,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sun Ra,
U.S. Maple,
Yaz,
Lyres,
Jacob Miller,
FM Einheit,
Pere Ubu,
The Blues Magoos,
Mad Mike,
Soul II Soul,
Lakeside,
Bobby Sherman,
Piero Umiliani,
48th St. Collective,
K-Klass,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fear,
Sexual Harrassment,
Terry Callier,
David Axelrod,
Tubeway Army,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pole,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Franke,
Mission of Burma,
Skarface,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Underground Resistance,
B.T. Express,
Radiohead,
The Kinks,
Minny Pops,
H. Thieme,
Con Funk Shun,
The Five Americans,
Fat Boys,
Scott Walker,
The Associates,
The Pretty Things,
MC5,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Nils Olav,
Can,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Barry Ungar,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
OOIOO,
Grey Daturas,
Fela Kuti,
The Motions,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.