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 Sweden and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 arpeggiator 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 Derrick May to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 harpsichord 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 arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Cybotron,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Skarface,
Tubeway Army,
The Evens,
Gichy Dan,
Television Personalities,
Babytalk,
Scratch Acid,
kango's stein massive,
Barbara Tucker,
Ultimate Spinach,
Wire,
Sun Ra,
Graham Central Station,
Fugazi,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
David Bowie,
Hot Snakes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
John Lydon,
Kerri Chandler,
Gabor Szabo,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pagans,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Suicide,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Dirtbombs,
Fluxion,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Theoretical Girls,
Clear Light,
Amazonics,
Jandek,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Aloha Tigers,
Pulsallama,
Patti Smith,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Joy Division,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Roxette,
Mars,
Jacques Brel,
Carl Craig,
Harry Pussy,
James White and The Blacks,
Scion,
The New Christs,
K-Klass,
The Smoke,
Panda Bear,
Rapeman,
Rekid,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.