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 Senegal and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Jimmy McGriff to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro 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 guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Nas,
the Bar-Kays,
The Dave Clark Five,
Con Funk Shun,
Echospace,
James White and The Blacks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Brand Nubian,
Alice Coltrane,
Negative Approach,
R.M.O.,
The Smoke,
Au Pairs,
Tomorrow,
The Toasters,
Gregory Isaacs,
New Order,
Bang On A Can,
The Young Rascals,
Mary Jane Girls,
Underground Resistance,
Youth Brigade,
Crash Course in Science,
One Last Wish,
These Immortal Souls,
Basic Channel,
Sexual Harrassment,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Newcleus,
The Residents,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Invisible,
Pharoah Sanders,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fluxion,
The Pretty Things,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The New Christs,
The Fire Engines,
Kerri Chandler,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Shuggie Otis,
the Soft Cell,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Red Krayola,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Crispy Ambulance,
Infiniti,
Godley & Creme,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Alton Ellis,
Wings,
Monks,
Fela Kuti,
JFA,
Bill Wells,
Junior Murvin,
Massinfluence,
Laurel Aitken,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Saints,
The Sonics,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.