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 Taiwan and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Dave Clark Five to the grunge 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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare 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 arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Quando Quango,
The Red Krayola,
Pantaleimon,
Gil Scott Heron,
Joe Smooth,
The Seeds,
10cc,
The Buckinghams,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Robert Wyatt,
Bad Manners,
Tommy Roe,
T. Rex,
Eddi Front,
Harmonia,
Fugazi,
Sandy B,
8 Eyed Spy,
Derrick May,
Eurythmics,
Lyres,
Jerry's Kids,
Barbara Tucker,
The Vogues,
Q65,
Depeche Mode,
Whodini,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Nick Fraelich,
Swans,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Susan Cadogan,
Groovy Waters,
Mr. Review,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Arab on Radar,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Toasters,
Angry Samoans,
the Human League,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Nas,
Stiv Bators,
Fad Gadget,
The Sonics,
Trumans Water,
New Age Steppers,
The Misunderstood,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Star Department,
The Real Kids,
Lee Hazlewood,
Hot Snakes,
Cymande,
Fluxion,
Ronnie Foster,
Jacob Miller,
Interpol,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Metal Thangz,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.