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 Rwanda and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mexico City.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Hasil Adkins 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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum 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 rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Soulsonic Force,
The Martian,
Colin Newman,
Skriet,
the Bar-Kays,
Freddie Wadling,
the Swans,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Misunderstood,
The Invisible,
Eric Dolphy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Moss Icon,
Kurtis Blow,
Kenny Larkin,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
Siglo XX,
The Walker Brothers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
B.T. Express,
Clear Light,
The Index,
Faraquet,
Rapeman,
Joyce Sims,
The Toasters,
Lower 48,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Blancmange,
Jacob Miller,
Tomorrow,
The Seeds,
48th St. Collective,
Crash Course in Science,
Alton Ellis,
Eli Mardock,
Nirvana,
Pulsallama,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bad Manners,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ronnie Foster,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sister Nancy,
Todd Rundgren,
The Moody Blues,
T.S.O.L.,
The J.B.'s,
the Germs,
cv313,
The Count Five,
Dorothy Ashby,
Y Pants,
Bronski Beat,
This Heat,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.