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 Tuvalu and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Manila.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Gong to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a guitar and a chamberlin 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 oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Sarah Menescal,
Oblivians,
X-102,
Charles Mingus,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Audionom,
Dave Gahan,
Janne Schatter,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Remains,
Sixth Finger,
DJ Style,
Popol Vuh,
Quantec,
Crime,
Bobby Womack,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Echospace,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Josef K,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ponytail,
B.T. Express,
The J.B.'s,
The Young Rascals,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Tomorrow,
Sam Rivers,
The Divine Comedy,
Donald Byrd,
Soft Machine,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rotary Connection,
Rapeman,
Das Ding,
CMW,
Boz Scaggs,
Howard Jones,
Quadrant,
Scrapy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Moss Icon,
Liliput,
Mo-Dettes,
This Heat,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Modern Lovers,
The Sound,
Flash Fearless,
Infiniti,
Patti Smith,
Marc Almond,
Ronnie Foster,
The Sonics,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Raincoats,
Cheater Slicks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.