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 Paraguay and from Philadelphia.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Desert Stars to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a mellotron and a spring reverb 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 linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Dawn Penn,
Skriet,
Subhumans,
The Pop Group,
ABC,
Dual Sessions,
Young Marble Giants,
Brothers Johnson,
The Velvet Underground,
Bootsy Collins,
Erykah Badu,
Echospace,
Scratch Acid,
Slave,
KRS-One,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bill Near,
Arcadia,
Gong,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
OOIOO,
The Residents,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Monolake,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Livin' Joy,
Absolute Body Control,
Tom Boy,
Bush Tetras,
Aaron Thompson,
Freddie Wadling,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Glenn Branca,
Stiv Bators,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Byron Stingily,
Sam Rivers,
June Days,
Rosa Yemen,
Can,
Ornette Coleman,
Malaria!,
Lyres,
Interpol,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Icehouse,
DJ Style,
T. Rex,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kas Product,
Faust,
Connie Case,
Rhythm & Sound,
U.S. Maple,
10cc,
Mr. Review,
Hardrive,
48th St. Collective,
Spandau Ballet,
Outsiders,
New Age Steppers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.