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 Uzbekistan and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 rhodes 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 Throbbing Gristle to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 oboe 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 synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tim Buckley,
Jerry Gold Smith,
X-102,
Warsaw,
Barbara Tucker,
Terry Callier,
Yusef Lateef,
Thompson Twins,
Tomorrow,
Khruangbin,
Amon Düül II,
Camberwell Now,
Joe Smooth,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
John Foxx,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Moleskins,
Ken Boothe,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
New Age Steppers,
Archie Shepp,
Marcia Griffiths,
Nils Olav,
Moebius,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Severed Heads,
The Gories,
Lower 48,
Agent Orange,
Wings,
Tommy Roe,
The Slackers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Qualms,
Johnny Clarke,
The Golliwogs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kurtis Blow,
Patti Smith,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eurythmics,
Blossom Toes,
Stiv Bators,
Crispian St. Peters,
Hashim,
Guru Guru,
Pantaleimon,
48th St. Collective,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Wolf Eyes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Scratch Acid,
Morten Harket,
the Slits,
Pulsallama,
Masters at Work,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.