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 Bahamas and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 marimba 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 Nils Olav to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin 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 clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Black Moon,
Pantytec,
FM Einheit,
The Detroit Cobras,
Groovy Waters,
Judy Mowatt,
The Red Krayola,
Lalann,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pulsallama,
Todd Rundgren,
Ponytail,
Siglo XX,
Nik Kershaw,
Outsiders,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The United States of America,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Roxette,
Derrick May,
Audionom,
LL Cool J,
The Velvet Underground,
Darondo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Tres Demented,
Jacques Brel,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sun Ra,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Swans,
T. Rex,
World's Most,
Graham Central Station,
Neil Young,
Franke,
Kas Product,
The Names,
The Wake,
The Count Five,
Fela Kuti,
Dawn Penn,
Godley & Creme,
Alphaville,
The Pretty Things,
JFA,
Sixth Finger,
Con Funk Shun,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Heaven 17,
Sly & The Family Stone,
10cc,
Mr. Review,
Harry Pussy,
Faraquet,
Dual Sessions,
Sexual Harrassment,
Joe Finger,
Boz Scaggs,
Rotary Connection,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.