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 Chile and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and New York.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Pop Group to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum 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 synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Parry Music,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
B.T. Express,
Avey Tare,
Crime,
Blossom Toes,
Marine Girls,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Names,
EPMD,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
John Lydon,
Oblivians,
Make Up,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kevin Saunderson,
Unrelated Segments,
Second Layer,
Dawn Penn,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Warsaw,
Radio Birdman,
Lalo Schifrin,
The American Breed,
The Cowsills,
Chrome,
Maurizio,
Thompson Twins,
The Real Kids,
The Evens,
Silicon Teens,
Sugar Minott,
Marmalade,
Desert Stars,
The Doobie Brothers,
Boredoms,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Urselle,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Wake,
The Index,
ABBA,
Carl Craig,
Eric B and Rakim,
Nik Kershaw,
Minnie Riperton,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Section 25,
One Last Wish,
The New Christs,
Gil Scott Heron,
48th St. Collective,
The Electric Prunes,
The Pretty Things,
Aural Exciters,
Eden Ahbez,
Interpol,
Ultra Naté,
Lightning Bolt,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.