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 Egypt and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Dark Day to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Offenders. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin 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 mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
David Bowie,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Thee Headcoats,
Curtis Mayfield,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sällskapet,
Scratch Acid,
Underground Resistance,
The Skatalites,
Rites of Spring,
Malaria!,
This Heat,
Dark Day,
Eve St. Jones,
Whodini,
Joey Negro,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Victims,
Panda Bear,
Donny Hathaway,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Misunderstood,
Television Personalities,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Spoonie Gee,
Sound Behaviour,
Icehouse,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Subhumans,
Lightning Bolt,
Pole,
John Lydon,
The Black Dice,
Freddie Wadling,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Sonics,
Chrome,
Boredoms,
Donald Byrd,
the Association,
Schoolly D,
Warsaw,
Mad Mike,
World's Most,
Ituana,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Shuggie Otis,
Nik Kershaw,
Matthew Bourne,
Sam Rivers,
The New Christs,
Rekid,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pere Ubu,
Tommy Roe,
JFA,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Monolake,
Wasted Youth,
K-Klass,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.