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 New Zealand and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Gang Starr 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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar 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 guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
A Certain Ratio,
Agitation Free,
The Moleskins,
Second Layer,
cv313,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Smog,
The Modern Lovers,
Patti Smith,
Peter & Gordon,
Don Cherry,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Skarface,
MDC,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tom Boy,
Sun City Girls,
Mantronix,
LL Cool J,
The Beau Brummels,
Camberwell Now,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Doors,
The Tremeloes,
Animal Collective,
The Cramps,
kango's stein massive,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Sonics,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Tres Demented,
Michelle Simonal,
Lou Reed,
David McCallum,
Sparks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
New York Dolls,
Rosa Yemen,
Q and Not U,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Nick Fraelich,
Joensuu 1685,
Cluster,
Bobby Sherman,
Scrapy,
Rufus Thomas,
Banda Bassotti,
Robert Wyatt,
Lalann,
Sonic Youth,
The Vogues,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
UT,
Public Enemy,
Kevin Saunderson,
The American Breed,
The Fire Engines,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Shoche,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.