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 Cambodia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Spoonie Gee to the techno 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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba 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 oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Bang On A Can,
Anthony Braxton,
Leonard Cohen,
Gong,
The Toasters,
Deadbeat,
Model 500,
EPMD,
Frankie Knuckles,
Subhumans,
Blake Baxter,
Eddi Front,
Dual Sessions,
The Doobie Brothers,
Barbara Tucker,
Connie Case,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
June of 44,
Sarah Menescal,
Stereo Dub,
The Electric Prunes,
Eli Mardock,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Porter Ricks,
Jeff Lynne,
Accadde A,
In Retrospect,
Aaron Thompson,
Gichy Dan,
ABC,
The Gun Club,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Index,
Rotary Connection,
Desert Stars,
The Names,
H. Thieme,
Grey Daturas,
Oblivians,
Drexciya,
Wally Richardson,
Gabor Szabo,
Al Stewart,
Spoonie Gee,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Association,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Davy DMX,
Basic Channel,
a-ha,
The Cure,
Arcadia,
Black Moon,
Cameo,
John Cale,
Interpol,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Pop Group,
Toni Rubio,
Monks,
Sister Nancy,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.