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 Sudan and from London.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 theremin 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 Dorothy Ashby 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 the Swans. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet 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 sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Letta Mbulu,
Danielle Patucci,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Young Marble Giants,
Inner City,
Connie Case,
Amon Düül,
Bobby Womack,
Nik Kershaw,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Martian,
Mad Mike,
Jandek,
Clear Light,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Big Daddy Kane,
Arab on Radar,
Scratch Acid,
Sonic Youth,
John Cale,
Whodini,
Deadbeat,
Bluetip,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Livin' Joy,
Joy Division,
Gong,
Bill Near,
Chris Corsano,
Junior Murvin,
Davy DMX,
Tomorrow,
X-102,
Visage,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eddi Front,
Marcia Griffiths,
Shoche,
The Gladiators,
Little Man,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Raincoats,
Dave Gahan,
Roxy Music,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fluxion,
The Fire Engines,
Sex Pistols,
Nation of Ulysses,
Chris & Cosey,
The Cowsills,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Cal Tjader,
ABBA,
Godley & Creme,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Young Rascals,
Hot Snakes,
Henry Cow,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.