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 Somalia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Amon Düül II to the electroclash 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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Names,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lucky Dragons,
Whodini,
Black Moon,
Duran Duran,
the Soft Cell,
X-101,
Oblivians,
Smog,
Black Flag,
Fear,
cv313,
Roy Ayers,
A Certain Ratio,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Oneida,
Unrelated Segments,
John Coltrane,
Jandek,
Soft Machine,
Essential Logic,
Loose Ends,
Rekid,
Silicon Teens,
MDC,
Model 500,
John Cale,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Black Bananas,
Sandy B,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Talk Talk,
The Selecter,
Althea and Donna,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Khruangbin,
Carl Craig,
Piero Umiliani,
Rakim,
Sex Pistols,
The American Breed,
Peter & Gordon,
Make Up,
Sound Behaviour,
Metal Thangz,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Yaz,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Guru Guru,
Sugar Minott,
The Buckinghams,
Television,
UT,
Letta Mbulu,
Graham Central Station,
Crash Course in Science,
DJ Sneak,
This Heat,
the Swans,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.