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 Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Happenings to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 808 and a harpsichord 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 snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
The Toasters,
Bobby Byrd,
Underground Resistance,
Rosa Yemen,
Judy Mowatt,
Andrew Hill,
Alton Ellis,
Letta Mbulu,
Sound Behaviour,
The Busters,
The Monochrome Set,
The Slackers,
Sun Ra,
Nils Olav,
Tomorrow,
Johnny Clarke,
Laurel Aitken,
Eden Ahbez,
John Foxx,
Groovy Waters,
Bush Tetras,
Cecil Taylor,
The Fuzztones,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Fire Engines,
The Star Department,
Ituana,
Ornette Coleman,
Bluetip,
R.M.O.,
Jacques Brel,
Wings,
Visage,
Stetsasonic,
Drexciya,
Harmonia,
Jawbox,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The United States of America,
Marvin Gaye,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fad Gadget,
Cybotron,
Michelle Simonal,
The Doors,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fatback Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Slave,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
KRS-One,
Janne Schatter,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pulsallama,
Marshall Jefferson,
Erykah Badu,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.