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 South Africa and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin 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 marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
Skriet,
Pierre Henry,
Joey Negro,
Pantaleimon,
Roy Ayers,
Letta Mbulu,
Suburban Knight,
The Cramps,
Deadbeat,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
World's Most,
The Mighty Diamonds,
June of 44,
Khruangbin,
Second Layer,
Theoretical Girls,
The Human League,
Ten City,
Roxy Music,
Barclay James Harvest,
Throbbing Gristle,
Aural Exciters,
Smog,
Minnie Riperton,
a-ha,
Main Source,
Robert Wyatt,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ultra Naté,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bobby Byrd,
Kurtis Blow,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
ABBA,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Tres Demented,
This Heat,
The Dead C,
The Music Machine,
Morten Harket,
Arab on Radar,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sparks,
Bang On A Can,
Camberwell Now,
The Invisible,
Arthur Verocai,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Albert Ayler,
Chris & Cosey,
Eli Mardock,
Lalo Schifrin,
John Lydon,
Bill Wells,
Nick Fraelich,
Jesper Dahlback,
The United States of America,
Lindisfarne,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.