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 Dominica and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Dawn Penn to the dance 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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 güiro and a mellotron 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 marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Andrew Hill,
Aswad,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Interpol,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Golliwogs,
One Last Wish,
Mars,
Barbara Tucker,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Suburban Knight,
Motorama,
Ludus,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Drive Like Jehu,
John Cale,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
E-Dancer,
The Divine Comedy,
The American Breed,
Soul II Soul,
Derrick May,
Oneida,
Porter Ricks,
Mark Hollis,
Brick,
Y Pants,
The Red Krayola,
The Martian,
Bill Near,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sixth Finger,
The Toasters,
Al Stewart,
Jimmy McGriff,
Matthew Halsall,
ABBA,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Stereo Dub,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Hashim,
Brand Nubian,
Chrome,
Rites of Spring,
Gregory Isaacs,
LL Cool J,
Kayak,
Stetsasonic,
Tears for Fears,
Gang of Four,
JFA,
The Smiths,
Jacques Brel,
The Barracudas,
Bush Tetras,
H. Thieme,
Essential Logic,
Desert Stars,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mr. Review,
Dead Boys,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.