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 Algeria and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Gun Club 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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb 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 clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Public Enemy,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Buckinghams,
Marc Almond,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tom Boy,
Flipper,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Brass Construction,
KRS-One,
Suburban Knight,
Derrick May,
Metal Thangz,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Zapp,
Ronnie Foster,
La Düsseldorf,
Aloha Tigers,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Happenings,
Con Funk Shun,
Jawbox,
E-Dancer,
Chris & Cosey,
The Associates,
Second Layer,
Lou Christie,
The Saints,
Wasted Youth,
Excepter,
The Cramps,
Hasil Adkins,
The Durutti Column,
Prince Buster,
Black Pus,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Grass Roots,
The Flesh Eaters,
Duran Duran,
Masters at Work,
Smog,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Terry Callier,
This Heat,
H. Thieme,
The Names,
Monks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
June of 44,
Talk Talk,
Drexciya,
The Index,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Terrestrial Tones,
Boz Scaggs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.