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 Uzbekistan and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the snare 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 Iggy Pop to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb 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 oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Gang of Four,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Germs,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lou Christie,
Eric Copeland,
Siglo XX,
Barrington Levy,
ABC,
The Dead C,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Selecter,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
MC5,
Don Cherry,
Visage,
Leonard Cohen,
Cheater Slicks,
Monks,
Robert Görl,
June Days,
Amon Düül II,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Grey Daturas,
The Golliwogs,
Suburban Knight,
Jacob Miller,
8 Eyed Spy,
Roxette,
Newcleus,
John Foxx,
Roy Ayers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Alice Coltrane,
Jacques Brel,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Albert Ayler,
Aswad,
Warsaw,
The Gun Club,
Buzzcocks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Black Bananas,
R.M.O.,
The Walker Brothers,
Urselle,
Deakin,
The Shadows of Knight,
Marc Almond,
Pantaleimon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Underground Resistance,
Chris Corsano,
Erykah Badu,
Bootsy Collins,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Circle Jerks,
The Fortunes,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.