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 Mauritania and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 James White and The Blacks to the grunge 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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator 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 snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Joe Smooth,
Arcadia,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ultimate Spinach,
Alphaville,
Scion,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Infiniti,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ornette Coleman,
Negative Approach,
OOIOO,
the Fania All-Stars,
Flamin' Groovies,
MC5,
Lucky Dragons,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Saints,
Dawn Penn,
Supertramp,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Matthew Halsall,
Don Cherry,
Brick,
This Heat,
Derrick May,
June Days,
New Order,
The Smiths,
Au Pairs,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Graham Central Station,
Isaac Hayes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Donny Hathaway,
K-Klass,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Names,
The Litter,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Quantec,
Can,
Gichy Dan,
Laurel Aitken,
Eddi Front,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Average White Band,
Half Japanese,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fela Kuti,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rekid,
World's Most,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Buckinghams,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rites of Spring,
UT,
Bizarre Inc.,
Janne Schatter,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.