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 Cuba and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Eric Copeland to the disco 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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer 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 chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Sonic Youth,
Terry Callier,
Adolescents,
Crispian St. Peters,
Soul II Soul,
Skaos,
Arthur Verocai,
Audionom,
Visage,
Young Marble Giants,
Essential Logic,
In Retrospect,
The Cowsills,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pussy Galore,
T.S.O.L.,
The Blackbyrds,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jeff Mills,
Marc Almond,
Throbbing Gristle,
Freddie Wadling,
cv313,
Wings,
Graham Central Station,
Agitation Free,
Urselle,
Loose Ends,
Sarah Menescal,
Fela Kuti,
Clear Light,
The Music Machine,
Funkadelic,
Warren Ellis,
The Residents,
Royal Trux,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Janne Schatter,
Y Pants,
Japan,
John Coltrane,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Radio Birdman,
ABBA,
Faust,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mandrill,
Gang Starr,
Von Mondo,
Sexual Harrassment,
DNA,
Ronan,
The Remains,
Neil Young,
John Lydon,
Blake Baxter,
Make Up,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Aural Exciters,
Harpers Bizarre,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.