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 Austria and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Durutti Column to the electroclash 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 sitar and a theremin 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 snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
John Holt,
Faust,
Juan Atkins,
Connie Case,
Ronnie Foster,
Saccharine Trust,
Andrew Hill,
PIL,
David McCallum,
Second Layer,
Joe Finger,
The Black Dice,
Robert Wyatt,
The Buckinghams,
Mary Jane Girls,
Isaac Hayes,
Television Personalities,
Eden Ahbez,
Animal Collective,
Althea and Donna,
Joy Division,
Matthew Bourne,
Agitation Free,
CMW,
Jacob Miller,
Lou Reed,
The Neon Judgement,
B.T. Express,
Ohio Players,
Trumans Water,
The Evens,
Mark Hollis,
Half Japanese,
Carl Craig,
Jawbox,
Michelle Simonal,
Robert Hood,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Deadbeat,
The Fortunes,
Minor Threat,
The Blackbyrds,
John Lydon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Toasters,
Hardrive,
Freddie Wadling,
Oneida,
The Pretty Things,
Todd Terry,
Masters at Work,
Zero Boys,
David Bowie,
Harmonia,
AZ,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Real Kids,
48th St. Collective,
Royal Trux,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.