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 Italy and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 harpsichord 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 Boogie Down Productions to the dance 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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar 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 rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Suicide,
Trumans Water,
Sugar Minott,
AZ,
Darondo,
Alton Ellis,
Depeche Mode,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Skatalites,
Morten Harket,
Sister Nancy,
Minnie Riperton,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lungfish,
Soul II Soul,
Alison Limerick,
Barbara Tucker,
Bootsy Collins,
Absolute Body Control,
Soulsonic Force,
Angry Samoans,
The Vogues,
Arab on Radar,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Deadbeat,
Dorothy Ashby,
Nik Kershaw,
UT,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fatback Band,
DJ Sneak,
Iggy Pop,
Arcadia,
Pierre Henry,
The Index,
T. Rex,
Robert Görl,
Steve Hackett,
Fluxion,
Moss Icon,
Circle Jerks,
Jeff Mills,
10cc,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Johnny Clarke,
The Red Krayola,
Tears for Fears,
Joy Division,
Crash Course in Science,
The Cowsills,
Deakin,
Heaven 17,
Black Sheep,
L. Decosne,
Oblivians,
Deepchord,
Cheater Slicks,
Gang Green,
Carl Craig,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.