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 Slovenia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Smoke to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator 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 a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
Whodini,
Agitation Free,
Vladislav Delay,
Morten Harket,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
John Coltrane,
The Gladiators,
Al Stewart,
Essential Logic,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Nirvana,
Ronan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Derrick May,
the Swans,
Lindisfarne,
Vainqueur,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Black Pus,
Sun Ra,
New Order,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cymande,
The Leaves,
Q and Not U,
Au Pairs,
Sun City Girls,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Stiv Bators,
The Trojans,
Fad Gadget,
Graham Central Station,
Moby Grape,
Alton Ellis,
Sandy B,
Khruangbin,
Schoolly D,
Max Romeo,
Radiohead,
Sarah Menescal,
John Lydon,
Royal Trux,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ice-T,
Deakin,
Heaven 17,
Althea and Donna,
Newcleus,
Jawbox,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The New Christs,
Todd Terry,
Trumans Water,
kango's stein massive,
B.T. Express,
Camouflage,
Warren Ellis,
Don Cherry,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.