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 Ecuador and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Rotary Connection to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin 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 arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Dark Day,
Jacob Miller,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Depeche Mode,
Bang On A Can,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Juan Atkins,
Mission of Burma,
Davy DMX,
Oblivians,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lucky Dragons,
Joey Negro,
Basic Channel,
Fela Kuti,
Mr. Review,
10cc,
Altered Images,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Standells,
Parry Music,
Lakeside,
Eve St. Jones,
Bobby Byrd,
Boz Scaggs,
Hot Snakes,
The Buckinghams,
Bill Wells,
Inner City,
Charles Mingus,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Joe Smooth,
The Searchers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Prince Buster,
Stereo Dub,
Bill Near,
Max Romeo,
Man Eating Sloth,
Icehouse,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Roger Hodgson,
Rapeman,
Josef K,
Mary Jane Girls,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Fire Engines,
Desert Stars,
Moss Icon,
Underground Resistance,
U.S. Maple,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Surgeon,
Severed Heads,
Circle Jerks,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.