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 Turkmenistan and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 arpeggiator 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 Massinfluence to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin and a rhodes 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 organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Faraquet,
The Stooges,
Black Moon,
Lucky Dragons,
Easy Going,
Nico,
The Residents,
Pantaleimon,
Fluxion,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Joyce Sims,
Jawbox,
the Swans,
Soul II Soul,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mad Mike,
Quando Quango,
Ken Boothe,
Donny Hathaway,
Big Daddy Kane,
Warsaw,
The Red Krayola,
Chris Corsano,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kerrie Biddell,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Slick Rick,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sight & Sound,
Prince Buster,
The United States of America,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Black Flag,
Vainqueur,
The Music Machine,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Five Americans,
Shuggie Otis,
Monks,
Second Layer,
L. Decosne,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Organ,
Lou Christie,
Cymande,
Con Funk Shun,
DJ Sneak,
Radiohead,
Suburban Knight,
Gerry Rafferty,
Altered Images,
Throbbing Gristle,
Parry Music,
Dead Boys,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Suicide,
Talk Talk,
Ludus,
The Birthday Party,
Moss Icon,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.