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 Albania and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lille.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 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 marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Slave,
Jandek,
Pagans,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Cramps,
Quando Quango,
B.T. Express,
Moby Grape,
Index,
Wire,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fat Boys,
The New Christs,
Rufus Thomas,
Ice-T,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Blackbyrds,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Glenn Branca,
Urselle,
Bill Near,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Mojo Men,
Parry Music,
The Fall,
the Sonics,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lalann,
Blossom Toes,
Qualms,
Suicide,
David McCallum,
Gong,
Grandmaster Flash,
Nick Fraelich,
Eric Copeland,
The Fortunes,
Television Personalities,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Harry Pussy,
Toni Rubio,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Alice Coltrane,
Second Layer,
DNA,
Lower 48,
The Alarm Clocks,
Erykah Badu,
Sonic Youth,
Michelle Simonal,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Invisible,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Althea and Donna,
Echospace,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.