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 Nicaragua and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the güiro 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 Happenings to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an arpeggiator and a marimba 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 guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Grey Daturas,
The Divine Comedy,
Skaos,
Interpol,
Groovy Waters,
Black Moon,
Half Japanese,
Marcia Griffiths,
Mo-Dettes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Warren Ellis,
Ohio Players,
Inner City,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mark Hollis,
The Toasters,
The Young Rascals,
Man Parrish,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Sonics,
Sight & Sound,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Second Layer,
The Flesh Eaters,
The New Christs,
John Coltrane,
Judy Mowatt,
Moss Icon,
Barbara Tucker,
Gang of Four,
Talk Talk,
Sex Pistols,
Boredoms,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
One Last Wish,
Letta Mbulu,
Prince Buster,
Gabor Szabo,
Stereo Dub,
The Happenings,
David Bowie,
Lindisfarne,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Slick Rick,
Pharoah Sanders,
DJ Style,
Gang Starr,
DNA,
The J.B.'s,
Jerry's Kids,
Slave,
Television Personalities,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Minny Pops,
Shuggie Otis,
Terrestrial Tones,
Loose Ends,
The Real Kids,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.