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 Ethiopia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the grunge 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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare 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 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Jacob Miller,
Anthony Braxton,
Roger Hodgson,
James White and The Blacks,
Minny Pops,
Bronski Beat,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pole,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Remains,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Echospace,
Alphaville,
The Divine Comedy,
The Blues Magoos,
Flamin' Groovies,
Altered Images,
Siglo XX,
Tubeway Army,
Dead Boys,
Deepchord,
Gregory Isaacs,
These Immortal Souls,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Smiths,
Cybotron,
Toni Rubio,
Lalo Schifrin,
Graham Central Station,
The Real Kids,
Camouflage,
The Saints,
The Zeros,
K-Klass,
David Axelrod,
Pantaleimon,
The Tremeloes,
Neil Young,
Jawbox,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Leaves,
The Invisible,
Japan,
Gil Scott Heron,
David McCallum,
Anakelly,
Moby Grape,
Andrew Hill,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lakeside,
The Happenings,
Ronnie Foster,
Harmonia,
Arab on Radar,
Dark Day,
the Association,
Moebius,
Pierre Henry,
The Red Krayola,
Can,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Joensuu 1685,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.