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 Eritrea and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the snare 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 Essential Logic to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare 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 marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Hardrive,
ABBA,
Soul II Soul,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mo-Dettes,
Nirvana,
Popol Vuh,
Aural Exciters,
Piero Umiliani,
Rapeman,
John Foxx,
Dead Boys,
Darondo,
Man Parrish,
Symarip,
Sun Ra,
Electric Prunes,
Liliput,
Scientists,
Grauzone,
Vladislav Delay,
Jacques Brel,
kango's stein massive,
The Velvet Underground,
Arthur Verocai,
Glenn Branca,
Moebius,
Soul Sonic Force,
Das Ding,
Tres Demented,
The Golliwogs,
The Gun Club,
David Bowie,
Basic Channel,
Nas,
Rod Modell,
Oneida,
The Offenders,
Drive Like Jehu,
Monolake,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Cramps,
The Walker Brothers,
Warsaw,
Jacob Miller,
Sixth Finger,
China Crisis,
The Sonics,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kaleidoscope,
The Searchers,
Rites of Spring,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Motions,
Marine Girls,
David McCallum,
Bootsy Collins,
The Busters,
Index,
Pantytec,
Organ,
Gang of Four,
DJ Sneak,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.