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 United States and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 8 Eyed Spy to the grime 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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba 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 oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Max Romeo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Joy Division,
Leonard Cohen,
The Young Rascals,
Arcadia,
Fatback Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Selecter,
Simply Red,
Barrington Levy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Little Man,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rites of Spring,
The Gladiators,
LL Cool J,
Throbbing Gristle,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Soft Cell,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fela Kuti,
Infiniti,
Sex Pistols,
Stiv Bators,
The Index,
Shuggie Otis,
Yazoo,
Joyce Sims,
Matthew Bourne,
Charles Mingus,
Lalo Schifrin,
Talk Talk,
Ornette Coleman,
Hashim,
Maurizio,
Roxy Music,
New Age Steppers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Fugs,
Black Pus,
The Barracudas,
R.M.O.,
H. Thieme,
Cameo,
Soft Machine,
The Seeds,
Tres Demented,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Monks,
Suicide,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
New York Dolls,
Junior Murvin,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Excepter,
Josef K,
Althea and Donna,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.