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 Argentina and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator 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 chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Lower 48,
Cluster,
Unwound,
Icehouse,
Sonny Sharrock,
Scientists,
AZ,
Whodini,
June Days,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Smoke,
The Raincoats,
Connie Case,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Quantec,
The Durutti Column,
The Grass Roots,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jeff Mills,
Hoover,
John Coltrane,
Roy Ayers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Brand Nubian,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Roxy Music,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jandek,
Aloha Tigers,
Roxette,
48th St. Collective,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Wake,
Sun Ra,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Barrington Levy,
Rod Modell,
Boz Scaggs,
The Fugs,
Bad Manners,
The Standells,
Blancmange,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lindisfarne,
The Neon Judgement,
Royal Trux,
Young Marble Giants,
Jeru the Damaja,
Traffic Nightmare,
Alton Ellis,
Siglo XX,
The Tremeloes,
Groovy Waters,
Fatback Band,
the Association,
Colin Newman,
Loose Ends,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.