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 Vanuatu and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Young Marble Giants to the funk 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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Morten Harket,
Albert Ayler,
Angry Samoans,
Soft Machine,
Aswad,
Lalann,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Liliput,
Janne Schatter,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Chris Corsano,
Ronnie Foster,
Rotary Connection,
Black Sheep,
Terry Callier,
Sonic Youth,
Eric Dolphy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Subhumans,
Soft Cell,
Make Up,
Intrusion,
The Monks,
Fatback Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Smoke,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Minor Threat,
Supertramp,
T.S.O.L.,
Boredoms,
Motorama,
Rod Modell,
Faraquet,
John Lydon,
Pole,
Youth Brigade,
The Grass Roots,
Sparks,
Sarah Menescal,
The Gladiators,
Gang Starr,
Lindisfarne,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bluetip,
The Cramps,
Sällskapet,
The Moody Blues,
Radio Birdman,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Fortunes,
Eric B and Rakim,
MDC,
Arthur Verocai,
The Trojans,
The Searchers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sexual Harrassment,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.