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 Guatemala and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Sao Paulo.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Panda Bear to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 oboe 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 linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Matthew Bourne,
Delon & Dalcan,
Throbbing Gristle,
Khruangbin,
Niagra,
the Slits,
Sandy B,
Flash Fearless,
Alice Coltrane,
Quadrant,
Roger Hodgson,
World's Most,
Skarface,
Scrapy,
Freddie Wadling,
Warren Ellis,
Drexciya,
Pierre Henry,
the Normal,
The Smoke,
Slick Rick,
Icehouse,
Sex Pistols,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
John Foxx,
The Durutti Column,
The Blues Magoos,
Minutemen,
Saccharine Trust,
Flipper,
Letta Mbulu,
The Divine Comedy,
Altered Images,
Absolute Body Control,
The Kinks,
Con Funk Shun,
Massinfluence,
Aural Exciters,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
U.S. Maple,
The Martian,
The Neon Judgement,
Suicide,
Swans,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sam Rivers,
Von Mondo,
Joe Finger,
Lakeside,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
John Cale,
Y Pants,
Unwound,
The Dirtbombs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Fortunes,
Jeff Mills,
Sällskapet,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sparks,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.