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 Belgium and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Seeds to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro 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 güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Q and Not U,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Scott Walker,
Rotary Connection,
Sugar Minott,
Kurtis Blow,
DJ Style,
Symarip,
The Barracudas,
Excepter,
John Holt,
The Sonics,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
R.M.O.,
In Retrospect,
The Misunderstood,
The New Christs,
The Zeros,
Accadde A,
Von Mondo,
John Foxx,
Unwound,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Pretty Things,
Model 500,
Ohio Players,
Quantec,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Judy Mowatt,
Rekid,
The Associates,
David Axelrod,
Mark Hollis,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bauhaus,
Khruangbin,
David McCallum,
Jerry's Kids,
The Residents,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bobby Womack,
The Birthday Party,
Grauzone,
Trumans Water,
CMW,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Fire Engines,
Bootsy Collins,
Maleditus Sound,
Gang Gang Dance,
Howard Jones,
The Divine Comedy,
Brass Construction,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sight & Sound,
Pussy Galore,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Los Fastidios,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.