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 Syria and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Eli Mardock to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet 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 guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Section 25,
Anakelly,
Dorothy Ashby,
Qualms,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Smiths,
Ludus,
Minor Threat,
The Fugs,
CMW,
The Victims,
Lightning Bolt,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
MC5,
The Saints,
Ituana,
Ultra Naté,
China Crisis,
The Cowsills,
Toni Rubio,
Eddi Front,
Curtis Mayfield,
Robert Wyatt,
the Bar-Kays,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
KRS-One,
Whodini,
Rotary Connection,
Franke,
Agent Orange,
The Raincoats,
Talk Talk,
Thee Headcoats,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bauhaus,
In Retrospect,
Ken Boothe,
the Germs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
X-Ray Spex,
The Martian,
Black Moon,
Simply Red,
Black Pus,
Bobby Sherman,
K-Klass,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Alison Limerick,
Sexual Harrassment,
Howard Jones,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rosa Yemen,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Monks,
Terry Callier,
The Black Dice,
John Holt,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.