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 Papua New Guinea and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Grandmaster Flash to the crunk 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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a harpsichord 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 linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
The Cramps,
Sarah Menescal,
Kool Moe Dee,
ABBA,
Deadbeat,
Reuben Wilson,
Black Sheep,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kurtis Blow,
Sparks,
Black Pus,
Dark Day,
Morten Harket,
Henry Cow,
Pharoah Sanders,
Darondo,
Country Teasers,
Blake Baxter,
Nation of Ulysses,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ultra Naté,
Colin Newman,
Little Man,
The Real Kids,
Metal Thangz,
Joe Smooth,
Zero Boys,
The Moleskins,
Carl Craig,
Nico,
In Retrospect,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ten City,
Gastr Del Sol,
Symarip,
Subhumans,
James White and The Blacks,
Rakim,
Deepchord,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Motorama,
Quantec,
Pulsallama,
Sun City Girls,
Slick Rick,
Shuggie Otis,
Smog,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ultravox,
Grey Daturas,
Ralphi Rosario,
Tubeway Army,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Throbbing Gristle,
Y Pants,
The Cure,
Gichy Dan,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.