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 Kazakhstan and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Robert Wyatt to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer 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 güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Bang On A Can,
MDC,
Todd Rundgren,
Pagans,
Hasil Adkins,
Model 500,
Flamin' Groovies,
Los Fastidios,
John Foxx,
The Black Dice,
EPMD,
Albert Ayler,
Thompson Twins,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Man Parrish,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rosa Yemen,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Harry Pussy,
Connie Case,
The Doobie Brothers,
Joe Finger,
Can,
Gregory Isaacs,
FM Einheit,
Reagan Youth,
Alison Limerick,
Suburban Knight,
Bob Dylan,
The Smiths,
Newcleus,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Absolute Body Control,
The Fire Engines,
Gang Gang Dance,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Zapp,
Drexciya,
Jerry's Kids,
Visage,
Talk Talk,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kurtis Blow,
The Neon Judgement,
cv313,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
ABBA,
Subhumans,
James Chance & The Contortions,
OOIOO,
Shoche,
Derrick May,
The Dirtbombs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Make Up,
Sight & Sound,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Standells,
World's Most,
Main Source,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.