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 Japan and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the disco 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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro 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 rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Toni Rubio,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mary Jane Girls,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Iggy Pop,
Aloha Tigers,
Barrington Levy,
The Buckinghams,
Lungfish,
Albert Ayler,
Pulsallama,
Bobby Sherman,
Suburban Knight,
The Blackbyrds,
Television,
Gil Scott Heron,
Max Romeo,
Chrome,
Excepter,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lucky Dragons,
David Bowie,
The Mighty Diamonds,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Zapp,
Lyres,
Lee Hazlewood,
ABC,
Nils Olav,
AZ,
10cc,
Barbara Tucker,
The Red Krayola,
The Barracudas,
Piero Umiliani,
Arcadia,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
T. Rex,
Goldenarms,
Derrick May,
Schoolly D,
Animal Collective,
Clear Light,
Ronnie Foster,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
John Holt,
The Evens,
Terry Callier,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Donald Byrd,
The Moody Blues,
Archie Shepp,
Big Daddy Kane,
John Lydon,
The Black Dice,
Deakin,
Black Sheep,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.