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 Rwanda and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the 808 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 DJ Sneak to the electroclash 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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet 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 spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
Television Personalities,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Sonics,
The Sisters of Mercy,
U.S. Maple,
The Red Krayola,
Godley & Creme,
Warsaw,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Archie Shepp,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nas,
Desert Stars,
The Flesh Eaters,
Quadrant,
Cal Tjader,
Delta 5,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Electric Prunes,
Yellowson,
the Fania All-Stars,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
John Coltrane,
Moby Grape,
Alphaville,
Peter and Kerry,
Wasted Youth,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
T. Rex,
Nick Fraelich,
Whodini,
Warren Ellis,
Ultimate Spinach,
Boredoms,
Dark Day,
Ultra Naté,
Amon Düül II,
Lalann,
Half Japanese,
Schoolly D,
The Count Five,
Sonic Youth,
Sandy B,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Don Cherry,
Khruangbin,
Arthur Verocai,
The Blackbyrds,
Minutemen,
Malaria!,
Jacob Miller,
The Real Kids,
The Fire Engines,
Joyce Sims,
Oblivians,
Massinfluence,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Slick Rick,
Sam Rivers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bush Tetras,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.