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 Tanzania and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Roger Hodgson to the grunge 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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar 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 clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Panda Bear,
The Busters,
Pantaleimon,
Model 500,
Stereo Dub,
Chris & Cosey,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Susan Cadogan,
Can,
Maleditus Sound,
Harry Pussy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sarah Menescal,
Marine Girls,
the Bar-Kays,
The Gap Band,
Tears for Fears,
Crash Course in Science,
Heaven 17,
The Modern Lovers,
Ornette Coleman,
Quantec,
The Smiths,
Infiniti,
Altered Images,
Isaac Hayes,
Barbara Tucker,
Rosa Yemen,
The Real Kids,
Jawbox,
Ronnie Foster,
Anthony Braxton,
Inner City,
The Knickerbockers,
Robert Wyatt,
Suicide,
Pussy Galore,
Animal Collective,
Maurizio,
Deakin,
The Red Krayola,
Judy Mowatt,
Das Ding,
U.S. Maple,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Trojans,
Delon & Dalcan,
Piero Umiliani,
Visage,
Moby Grape,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Happenings,
Average White Band,
Skriet,
The Victims,
Arcadia,
Nick Fraelich,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.