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 East Timor and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 spring reverb 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the rock 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s 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 clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dave Gahan,
Graham Central Station,
A Certain Ratio,
Bizarre Inc.,
Silicon Teens,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Parry Music,
Iggy Pop,
Gang of Four,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Pretty Things,
Freddie Wadling,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mark Hollis,
Rufus Thomas,
The Slits,
Oblivians,
Wire,
Robert Hood,
Blancmange,
Nirvana,
Essential Logic,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Blossom Toes,
the Germs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sight & Sound,
The Invisible,
The Saints,
10cc,
Donald Byrd,
Marcia Griffiths,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kerri Chandler,
Cheater Slicks,
The Leaves,
The Golliwogs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fluxion,
The Stooges,
Lightning Bolt,
Spoonie Gee,
Liliput,
Cluster,
Gabor Szabo,
Agitation Free,
Dennis Brown,
Sonny Sharrock,
Isaac Hayes,
The Offenders,
The Gun Club,
The Modern Lovers,
The Dead C,
Deakin,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Matthew Halsall,
The Blackbyrds,
Al Stewart,
Rapeman,
Mars,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.