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 Tunisia and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Gang Gang Dance to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum 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 mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Minnie Riperton,
Cameo,
Theoretical Girls,
Make Up,
Shuggie Otis,
Saccharine Trust,
The Knickerbockers,
The Smoke,
Parry Music,
Crime,
Dorothy Ashby,
Yaz,
Audionom,
The Birthday Party,
Negative Approach,
MC5,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lightning Bolt,
Kayak,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pole,
Stiv Bators,
Black Flag,
Scan 7,
the Fania All-Stars,
Radio Birdman,
David Axelrod,
Jimmy McGriff,
PIL,
the Germs,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ice-T,
Fluxion,
The Moleskins,
UT,
Porter Ricks,
Ohio Players,
Pierre Henry,
Quadrant,
Peter & Gordon,
The Buckinghams,
Funkadelic,
Amon Düül II,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Star Department,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sällskapet,
The Martian,
Pagans,
Neil Young,
the Bar-Kays,
Erykah Badu,
Byron Stingily,
Michelle Simonal,
The Fortunes,
Eric Dolphy,
Zapp,
Gichy Dan,
R.M.O.,
The Shadows of Knight,
Masters at Work,
The Black Dice,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.