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 Marshall Islands and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Michelle Simonal to the rap 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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a guitar 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 güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fugazi,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bill Wells,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Delta 5,
Ronnie Foster,
The Blues Magoos,
Tommy Roe,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Newcleus,
Man Parrish,
Henry Cow,
Anthony Braxton,
Wally Richardson,
a-ha,
Avey Tare,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Darondo,
Lakeside,
The Trojans,
The Kinks,
the Slits,
Fear,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Black Bananas,
Suburban Knight,
Brothers Johnson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Dead C,
Von Mondo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Hoover,
Skriet,
Half Japanese,
Arthur Verocai,
D'Angelo,
Bobby Womack,
T. Rex,
Chris & Cosey,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Model 500,
Gabor Szabo,
Donny Hathaway,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ten City,
Matthew Halsall,
Popol Vuh,
Japan,
Nik Kershaw,
Iggy Pop,
Pere Ubu,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rapeman,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.