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 South Sudan and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 linndrum 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 Hot Snakes to the funk 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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ 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 rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
48th St. Collective,
Marshall Jefferson,
Smog,
Jesper Dahlback,
Moebius,
Popol Vuh,
The Birthday Party,
The Index,
Ultra Naté,
Silicon Teens,
Trumans Water,
John Holt,
Traffic Nightmare,
John Coltrane,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Thompson Twins,
Black Bananas,
Siglo XX,
Chris Corsano,
Amon Düül II,
June of 44,
The Golliwogs,
Pagans,
New Age Steppers,
The Techniques,
Faust,
Duran Duran,
Sun Ra,
Andrew Hill,
Bobbi Humphrey,
UT,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rapeman,
Jandek,
The Fortunes,
Brand Nubian,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Flesh Eaters,
Graham Central Station,
Mission of Burma,
Main Source,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Moleskins,
Soul II Soul,
The Mojo Men,
Wings,
Brass Construction,
Easy Going,
Joe Smooth,
The United States of America,
Fatback Band,
Motorama,
Fear,
Zapp,
Aural Exciters,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Subhumans,
Black Pus,
David Bowie,
The Star Department,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.