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 Bangladesh and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Man Eating Sloth to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron 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 rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
The Modern Lovers,
Popol Vuh,
Electric Prunes,
L. Decosne,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Byron Stingily,
Robert Wyatt,
Eric B and Rakim,
Alison Limerick,
Pantaleimon,
Heaven 17,
Connie Case,
Trumans Water,
Sam Rivers,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Saints,
Scion,
Stetsasonic,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Arcadia,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Monochrome Set,
Magma,
Flash Fearless,
Bauhaus,
The Buckinghams,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Vogues,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Essential Logic,
Whodini,
Minny Pops,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Tomorrow,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sarah Menescal,
The Angels of Light,
Dorothy Ashby,
EPMD,
Donald Byrd,
Lyres,
The Five Americans,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Das Ding,
Tim Buckley,
Royal Trux,
Jerry's Kids,
Pussy Galore,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Scratch Acid,
The Slits,
Isaac Hayes,
The Electric Prunes,
Urselle,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Walker Brothers,
kango's stein massive,
Au Pairs,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.