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 Thailand and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Glasgow.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The Toasters to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin 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 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
Junior Murvin,
Ornette Coleman,
The Happenings,
The Moleskins,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Germs,
David McCallum,
Marine Girls,
The Trojans,
Brand Nubian,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Minny Pops,
The Gun Club,
Altered Images,
Kas Product,
The Real Kids,
Curtis Mayfield,
Y Pants,
Popol Vuh,
Scientists,
Grey Daturas,
Audionom,
Bluetip,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bad Manners,
Organ,
The Dirtbombs,
Model 500,
Loose Ends,
Rufus Thomas,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Graham Central Station,
Jeff Mills,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
U.S. Maple,
Scrapy,
The Fire Engines,
Gregory Isaacs,
Nation of Ulysses,
Magazine,
Groovy Waters,
ABC,
Niagra,
Dead Boys,
Second Layer,
Black Sheep,
The Neon Judgement,
The Tremeloes,
CMW,
The Sound,
Sam Rivers,
Kaleidoscope,
LL Cool J,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The J.B.'s,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sarah Menescal,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Camouflage,
New Age Steppers,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.