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 Kazakhstan and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the grime 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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a marimba and a snare 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 theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Music Machine,
Sugar Minott,
Second Layer,
Sonny Sharrock,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
L. Decosne,
Brick,
Stiv Bators,
Donald Byrd,
Yellowson,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Neon Judgement,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lalann,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Scientists,
Interpol,
Trumans Water,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pere Ubu,
Average White Band,
Little Man,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Brass Construction,
Harmonia,
Sight & Sound,
John Cale,
Rakim,
Laurel Aitken,
Parry Music,
Infiniti,
Swans,
Funkadelic,
the Slits,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bill Wells,
Amon Düül,
Sam Rivers,
Dennis Brown,
Michelle Simonal,
JFA,
The Trojans,
Section 25,
Warsaw,
The Walker Brothers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Main Source,
Peter and Kerry,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Velvet Underground,
The Selecter,
the Soft Cell,
Robert Wyatt,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Saints,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Minutemen,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.