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 Lesotho and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the snare 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 Happenings to the dance 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 güiro and a spring reverb 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 sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Sister Nancy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Zeros,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Country Teasers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Minor Threat,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Royal Trux,
Masters at Work,
The Tremeloes,
Harry Pussy,
The Beau Brummels,
Schoolly D,
Barclay James Harvest,
Nick Fraelich,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Zero Boys,
The Real Kids,
Skaos,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lungfish,
OOIOO,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rekid,
Eurythmics,
Colin Newman,
Yusef Lateef,
The Smiths,
June of 44,
Pere Ubu,
Alice Coltrane,
Janne Schatter,
The Smoke,
The Last Poets,
Crash Course in Science,
Marshall Jefferson,
Amon Düül II,
The Monks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Dual Sessions,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Nils Olav,
the Bar-Kays,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Brothers Johnson,
the Swans,
Hoover,
Main Source,
Davy DMX,
The Trojans,
Matthew Halsall,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.