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 Morocco and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Seoul.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Max Romeo to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 clarinet and a guitar 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 theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Gun Club,
Scan 7,
Marvin Gaye,
Cal Tjader,
Quando Quango,
Curtis Mayfield,
Robert Görl,
Freddie Wadling,
Sällskapet,
The Martian,
Radiohead,
Minny Pops,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fatback Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sexual Harrassment,
Hasil Adkins,
Pylon,
Magma,
Jeff Mills,
Lee Hazlewood,
Wire,
Flash Fearless,
Cymande,
Maleditus Sound,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Marine Girls,
The Human League,
Archie Shepp,
The Misunderstood,
Black Pus,
Rod Modell,
The Music Machine,
Matthew Halsall,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Walker Brothers,
Crash Course in Science,
Johnny Osbourne,
Stereo Dub,
Index,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tommy Roe,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sonic Youth,
Spoonie Gee,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Barry Ungar,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Human League,
Camberwell Now,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Joyce Sims,
The Buckinghams,
Matthew Bourne,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.