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 East Timor and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe 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 sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Danielle Patucci,
Moebius,
The Skatalites,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
David Axelrod,
Niagra,
The Fire Engines,
Frankie Knuckles,
Spoonie Gee,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Slits,
The Walker Brothers,
Magazine,
Nils Olav,
Dawn Penn,
The Barracudas,
Agitation Free,
Qualms,
The Monochrome Set,
X-102,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bobby Womack,
Barclay James Harvest,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Zeros,
Japan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Man Eating Sloth,
Morten Harket,
Brass Construction,
Goldenarms,
Mr. Review,
Tres Demented,
Oneida,
The Misunderstood,
The Grass Roots,
the Slits,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Harry Pussy,
Don Cherry,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
F. McDonald,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Dead C,
These Immortal Souls,
Radiohead,
Skaos,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Cecil Taylor,
Avey Tare,
Black Sheep,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Steve Hackett,
The Angels of Light,
Eden Ahbez,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.