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 Nauru and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The Residents to the punk 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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 güiro 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 mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
F. McDonald,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jacob Miller,
Jesper Dahlback,
A Certain Ratio,
Chrome,
Crime,
Gichy Dan,
Chris & Cosey,
Darondo,
Piero Umiliani,
Icehouse,
The Gap Band,
Q and Not U,
Adolescents,
Yaz,
Desert Stars,
June Days,
Hashim,
Marc Almond,
Arcadia,
Cheater Slicks,
Echospace,
Sam Rivers,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Vogues,
The Selecter,
The Techniques,
Soulsonic Force,
Lakeside,
These Immortal Souls,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
B.T. Express,
Thee Headcoats,
Black Flag,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fluxion,
The American Breed,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Real Kids,
the Swans,
Arthur Verocai,
Soft Cell,
Drexciya,
Boogie Down Productions,
EPMD,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Invisible,
Al Stewart,
Aural Exciters,
Vladislav Delay,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pierre Henry,
Basic Channel,
Dead Boys,
Cybotron,
Ronnie Foster,
the Bar-Kays,
Stereo Dub,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.