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 China and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mexico City.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Dual Sessions to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar 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 linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Los Fastidios,
Surgeon,
Nik Kershaw,
Au Pairs,
The Cramps,
Skaos,
Eddi Front,
U.S. Maple,
The Gladiators,
Dead Boys,
B.T. Express,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Radio Birdman,
Underground Resistance,
Average White Band,
Schoolly D,
Adolescents,
Arthur Verocai,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Durutti Column,
Scan 7,
E-Dancer,
Echospace,
Max Romeo,
Cheater Slicks,
Crooked Eye,
Silicon Teens,
Severed Heads,
Scott Walker,
Toni Rubio,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
L. Decosne,
Black Flag,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Prince Buster,
Hardrive,
Infiniti,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Leaves,
Drexciya,
Jeff Mills,
the Normal,
Von Mondo,
Joey Negro,
Kaleidoscope,
Minnie Riperton,
Big Daddy Kane,
F. McDonald,
Altered Images,
Slick Rick,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bobby Hutcherson,
LL Cool J,
Black Moon,
Bobby Womack,
Alphaville,
Todd Rundgren,
Technova,
T.S.O.L.,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.