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 Nauru and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Monolake to the techno 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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare 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 arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sällskapet,
Jeff Lynne,
Essential Logic,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Robert Wyatt,
Aloha Tigers,
The Last Poets,
Delta 5,
The Evens,
Suburban Knight,
Little Man,
Ossler,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fela Kuti,
Bob Dylan,
Nas,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ten City,
Alton Ellis,
La Düsseldorf,
The Cowsills,
The Barracudas,
Motorama,
The Leaves,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sam Rivers,
Theoretical Girls,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Soft Cell,
Pantytec,
Junior Murvin,
Rotary Connection,
Joensuu 1685,
The Dirtbombs,
Fat Boys,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Mummies,
The Saints,
Tom Boy,
Minny Pops,
World's Most,
Rites of Spring,
Oneida,
Banda Bassotti,
Panda Bear,
Soul II Soul,
The Searchers,
Circle Jerks,
Fear,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Terrestrial Tones,
Moebius,
Siglo XX,
Bluetip,
Depeche Mode,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Moss Icon,
Schoolly D,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.