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 Japan and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the guitar 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 Mantronix to the disco 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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 theremin and a rhodes 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 harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Cluster,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Johnny Clarke,
Agent Orange,
Fat Boys,
Roxy Music,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Associates,
Radiohead,
Reagan Youth,
Groovy Waters,
Alton Ellis,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
John Cale,
Yaz,
Grandmaster Flash,
Barrington Levy,
Theoretical Girls,
Jeff Lynne,
Barclay James Harvest,
Blossom Toes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Thee Headcoats,
Ituana,
Carl Craig,
Isaac Hayes,
The Toasters,
Ohio Players,
Chris Corsano,
The Techniques,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Angels of Light,
Black Flag,
Zero Boys,
The Shadows of Knight,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fluxion,
Dave Gahan,
The Moody Blues,
Eden Ahbez,
China Crisis,
Michelle Simonal,
David Bowie,
Man Parrish,
The Five Americans,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ossler,
The Flesh Eaters,
LL Cool J,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Slackers,
Soulsonic Force,
Scrapy,
Judy Mowatt,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.