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 Malaysia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 oboe 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 Joey Negro to the electroclash 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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe 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 linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
The Gap Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Parry Music,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Toasters,
Tropical Tobacco,
Qualms,
Public Enemy,
Interpol,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Grauzone,
JFA,
Nick Fraelich,
The Music Machine,
Slick Rick,
Crooked Eye,
Crime,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mantronix,
Television,
Kaleidoscope,
The Tremeloes,
Essential Logic,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ice-T,
DJ Style,
Sonic Youth,
Cybotron,
Stiv Bators,
Alphaville,
Wally Richardson,
Jeru the Damaja,
John Foxx,
The Grass Roots,
48th St. Collective,
Ponytail,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Smiths,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Section 25,
The Gories,
Index,
Sun City Girls,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Absolute Body Control,
Malaria!,
Cecil Taylor,
Panda Bear,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Dirtbombs,
The Leaves,
Todd Terry,
Fluxion,
Jerry's Kids,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ken Boothe,
These Immortal Souls,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic.
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.