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 St Lucia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 R.M.O. to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare 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 oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
The Names,
John Coltrane,
Crash Course in Science,
Unwound,
The Star Department,
David Axelrod,
Andrew Hill,
Grandmaster Flash,
Oblivians,
The Wake,
Jacob Miller,
Sixth Finger,
The Sonics,
Glenn Branca,
Mandrill,
Schoolly D,
China Crisis,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Gun Club,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Brick,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Tomorrow,
Nils Olav,
Dual Sessions,
Franke,
Underground Resistance,
Ponytail,
Gastr Del Sol,
Marine Girls,
The Cramps,
Darondo,
Aswad,
Television Personalities,
Blake Baxter,
Pussy Galore,
Lee Hazlewood,
Tommy Roe,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sister Nancy,
Matthew Bourne,
Connie Case,
Gang Starr,
Wasted Youth,
The Fuzztones,
Tears for Fears,
Nirvana,
Jacques Brel,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Barry Ungar,
Swans,
Audionom,
La Düsseldorf,
Kayak,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Real Kids,
the Association,
Trumans Water,
Faraquet,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.