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 Marshall Islands and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 The Litter to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe 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 theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Kevin Saunderson,
Desert Stars,
Jeru the Damaja,
Henry Cow,
Royal Trux,
Loose Ends,
Amon Düül,
The Beau Brummels,
Wolf Eyes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rod Modell,
Au Pairs,
Pylon,
Simply Red,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
La Düsseldorf,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
David McCallum,
Basic Channel,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mission of Burma,
CMW,
Japan,
The Cramps,
Tom Boy,
Joey Negro,
Yellowson,
Junior Murvin,
Adolescents,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Tommy Roe,
Television Personalities,
Charles Mingus,
Schoolly D,
Yaz,
Roy Ayers,
Animal Collective,
Traffic Nightmare,
Matthew Bourne,
Spoonie Gee,
Country Teasers,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Seeds,
AZ,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gang of Four,
the Slits,
Wally Richardson,
Pantaleimon,
The Real Kids,
Section 25,
Blancmange,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jacques Brel,
Carl Craig,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.