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 Saudi Arabia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the marimba 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 10cc to the grunge 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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin 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 theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
Groovy Waters,
Q65,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Khruangbin,
The Barracudas,
Von Mondo,
Inner City,
Shuggie Otis,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Fugs,
Chris & Cosey,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Q and Not U,
Yazoo,
Rufus Thomas,
Toni Rubio,
Icehouse,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Panda Bear,
The Remains,
Yaz,
Anthony Braxton,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mary Jane Girls,
48th St. Collective,
Niagra,
The Beau Brummels,
Aswad,
Sonic Youth,
Graham Central Station,
The Cramps,
David McCallum,
Wire,
Minor Threat,
Roxette,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Average White Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Robert Görl,
The Neon Judgement,
Marshall Jefferson,
Absolute Body Control,
Soft Machine,
the Soft Cell,
Faust,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Howard Jones,
Amazonics,
The Blues Magoos,
Funky Four + One,
Yellowson,
Patti Smith,
Jacques Brel,
Rosa Yemen,
Rod Modell,
Chrome,
Stockholm Monsters,
John Holt,
Bobby Womack,
E-Dancer,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.