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 Burkina and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Nas to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
Soft Cell,
Absolute Body Control,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Associates,
Graham Central Station,
Bob Dylan,
Barclay James Harvest,
World's Most,
Rapeman,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fear,
The Moleskins,
D'Angelo,
Glambeats Corp.,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Youth Brigade,
Banda Bassotti,
Whodini,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Suicide,
The Music Machine,
Yazoo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Evens,
Derrick Morgan,
Angry Samoans,
kango's stein massive,
Joe Smooth,
Ten City,
Dual Sessions,
Public Image Ltd.,
Boredoms,
Negative Approach,
The Shadows of Knight,
Hasil Adkins,
The Knickerbockers,
Electric Prunes,
Lungfish,
The Index,
Desert Stars,
Dead Boys,
Organ,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Joe Finger,
Franke,
Harpers Bizarre,
Patti Smith,
Circle Jerks,
AZ,
Brothers Johnson,
FM Einheit,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Man Parrish,
Talk Talk,
Michelle Simonal,
John Coltrane,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Fire Engines,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.