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 Uganda and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lille.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 A Certain Ratio to the grunge 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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 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 rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Black Flag,
The Gladiators,
Amon Düül,
Lalann,
The Dead C,
Intrusion,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gabor Szabo,
Rakim,
JFA,
Ronnie Foster,
The Fortunes,
Sandy B,
Infiniti,
Lebanon Hanover,
Judy Mowatt,
Pere Ubu,
Jawbox,
Outsiders,
Marine Girls,
Davy DMX,
Brass Construction,
Qualms,
Althea and Donna,
Massinfluence,
Angry Samoans,
Youth Brigade,
Average White Band,
Brick,
Eddi Front,
cv313,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Fuzztones,
The Moody Blues,
In Retrospect,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Robert Görl,
The Alarm Clocks,
D'Angelo,
Pagans,
Agent Orange,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Moby Grape,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Barracudas,
Joey Negro,
Nas,
Nico,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Bar-Kays,
The Cramps,
The Five Americans,
The Gun Club,
Rod Modell,
Mission of Burma,
Cheater Slicks,
Arcadia,
Danielle Patucci,
Scrapy,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.