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 Netherlands and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Deepchord to the punk 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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin 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 arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Freddie Wadling,
Magazine,
Albert Ayler,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ronnie Foster,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lindisfarne,
Robert Hood,
Visage,
Yellowson,
Soul II Soul,
Negative Approach,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ludus,
Deepchord,
Peter & Gordon,
Ken Boothe,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kaleidoscope,
Shuggie Otis,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Public Enemy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Skatalites,
Simply Red,
The American Breed,
Bobby Sherman,
Surgeon,
Scan 7,
Sex Pistols,
The Wake,
Juan Atkins,
The Gories,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Sound,
Davy DMX,
Tears for Fears,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Circle Jerks,
Gang Starr,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ultravox,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Roxy Music,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Iggy Pop,
Ornette Coleman,
The J.B.'s,
X-101,
Ossler,
Hasil Adkins,
L. Decosne,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pierre Henry,
Bill Near,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sandy B,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.