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 Gambia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Crispy Ambulance to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ 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 guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Ralphi Rosario,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Guru Guru,
Nirvana,
Brand Nubian,
The Gories,
Fear,
The Beau Brummels,
Deadbeat,
Colin Newman,
Skaos,
The Misunderstood,
Ponytail,
Ice-T,
The Black Dice,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Dirtbombs,
The Durutti Column,
Procol Harum,
Dual Sessions,
Traffic Nightmare,
X-102,
Avey Tare,
Warren Ellis,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Eve St. Jones,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nick Fraelich,
Chrome,
The Star Department,
Piero Umiliani,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Basic Channel,
Funkadelic,
Minor Threat,
Ornette Coleman,
Grey Daturas,
Bill Wells,
David Bowie,
Althea and Donna,
The Blackbyrds,
Kas Product,
Suicide,
Black Flag,
Y Pants,
Barry Ungar,
The Searchers,
Second Layer,
The Red Krayola,
The Trojans,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Juan Atkins,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Easy Going,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sam Rivers,
Underground Resistance,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
David McCallum,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
New Age Steppers,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.