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 Monaco and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Motorama to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet 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 spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Goldenarms,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gastr Del Sol,
Harmonia,
JFA,
Electric Prunes,
The Searchers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Durutti Column,
Howard Jones,
The Gun Club,
Blossom Toes,
The Divine Comedy,
Toni Rubio,
The Neon Judgement,
Desert Stars,
Absolute Body Control,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Altered Images,
The Cramps,
Jesper Dahlback,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Real Kids,
Reuben Wilson,
Oneida,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Slits,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Stooges,
Blancmange,
Kayak,
David McCallum,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kas Product,
Das Ding,
Monolake,
Jeru the Damaja,
Stetsasonic,
Popol Vuh,
Cymande,
The Modern Lovers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Yusef Lateef,
Lakeside,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Frankie Knuckles,
Chris & Cosey,
Scan 7,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fear,
Arab on Radar,
Public Enemy,
Marine Girls,
Bob Dylan,
Sällskapet,
Rekid,
The Doobie Brothers,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.