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 Morocco and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Real Kids to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes 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 organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sam Rivers,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Stooges,
Roxy Music,
Average White Band,
Visage,
Talk Talk,
Ossler,
Basic Channel,
The Fortunes,
Main Source,
Freddie Wadling,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fat Boys,
Rosa Yemen,
Sandy B,
Smog,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Con Funk Shun,
The Gladiators,
Camberwell Now,
Girls At Our Best!,
Hoover,
Amon Düül,
The Barracudas,
The Slits,
Donald Byrd,
Shoche,
Pantaleimon,
Mantronix,
DJ Sneak,
Theoretical Girls,
Cluster,
Max Romeo,
Suburban Knight,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Monolake,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Gun Club,
Dennis Brown,
Soul II Soul,
Jacques Brel,
Amon Düül II,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Velvet Underground,
Don Cherry,
The Grass Roots,
Technova,
R.M.O.,
Japan,
The Count Five,
Interpol,
Easy Going,
The Cure,
Ultravox,
Bush Tetras,
Kenny Larkin,
T. Rex,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Real Kids,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.