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 Malta and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the theremin 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 Reuben Wilson to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 guitar 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 linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
The Move,
Intrusion,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Trojans,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Newcleus,
EPMD,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Spandau Ballet,
Barclay James Harvest,
Audionom,
R.M.O.,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Saccharine Trust,
Crispy Ambulance,
Model 500,
Black Sheep,
The Sonics,
Tommy Roe,
Michelle Simonal,
Jeru the Damaja,
Babytalk,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Nation of Ulysses,
MDC,
Basic Channel,
Heaven 17,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Junior Murvin,
Hot Snakes,
Cymande,
the Swans,
Grauzone,
Tom Boy,
Janne Schatter,
Hashim,
Matthew Bourne,
Malaria!,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Subhumans,
Marmalade,
Freddie Wadling,
D'Angelo,
Bill Wells,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Anakelly,
Shuggie Otis,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Minny Pops,
Ohio Players,
Scan 7,
Schoolly D,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Dead C,
Radiohead,
Pole,
B.T. Express,
the Association,
Harmonia,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.