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 Albania and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
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 Reuben Wilson to the electroclash 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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro 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 güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
T.S.O.L.,
Sixth Finger,
Crime,
Cybotron,
Lightning Bolt,
Monks,
June of 44,
The Trojans,
Lower 48,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Reagan Youth,
Buzzcocks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
L. Decosne,
Sam Rivers,
Fela Kuti,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Slits,
Wings,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Moss Icon,
Delon & Dalcan,
Niagra,
The Moody Blues,
Eden Ahbez,
Cheater Slicks,
the Bar-Kays,
Piero Umiliani,
Simply Red,
Robert Wyatt,
Brass Construction,
Johnny Osbourne,
Easy Going,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Morten Harket,
Robert Görl,
Minor Threat,
Suicide,
Leonard Cohen,
Tomorrow,
Thee Headcoats,
Procol Harum,
PIL,
New York Dolls,
Kayak,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Zeros,
Joensuu 1685,
The Sound,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Alice Coltrane,
Skaos,
In Retrospect,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Last Poets,
cv313,
Mission of Burma,
Grey Daturas,
Soulsonic Force,
Arab on Radar,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.