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 Andorra and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Minnie Riperton to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum 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 sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Buckinghams,
The Walker Brothers,
Tom Boy,
Rotary Connection,
Zapp,
Brass Construction,
Shoche,
KRS-One,
Banda Bassotti,
Bang On A Can,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Man Parrish,
The Stooges,
The Kinks,
The Martian,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Model 500,
Gang of Four,
Smog,
The Fuzztones,
Chris Corsano,
Bush Tetras,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Fugazi,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rekid,
The Black Dice,
Lakeside,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Leonard Cohen,
Surgeon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sonic Youth,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Television Personalities,
Underground Resistance,
Sex Pistols,
Vladislav Delay,
Eric Dolphy,
Icehouse,
Barrington Levy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Residents,
Urselle,
Deadbeat,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Marshall Jefferson,
CMW,
Parry Music,
Saccharine Trust,
The Zeros,
Tomorrow,
In Retrospect,
Crime,
Arthur Verocai,
Au Pairs,
These Immortal Souls,
Mantronix,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.