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 Monaco and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Bill Near to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare 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 harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kayak,
FM Einheit,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dawn Penn,
H. Thieme,
Symarip,
Man Parrish,
Dorothy Ashby,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Reagan Youth,
New Age Steppers,
Blake Baxter,
The Count Five,
Khruangbin,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Skriet,
Crime,
Eric Copeland,
Terrestrial Tones,
Davy DMX,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bobby Womack,
Max Romeo,
The Dave Clark Five,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
David Bowie,
The Pop Group,
Fugazi,
Letta Mbulu,
Slave,
The Leaves,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Second Layer,
The Saints,
Bobby Byrd,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Soul II Soul,
Michelle Simonal,
Agent Orange,
In Retrospect,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Human League,
Gang of Four,
Delta 5,
Pagans,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gong,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
L. Decosne,
Hardrive,
The Smiths,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Blackbyrds,
Yazoo,
Sun City Girls,
Drexciya,
Boz Scaggs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Reuben Wilson,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.