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 Ghana and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 spring reverb 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 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?
Nils Olav,
Prince Buster,
Ultravox,
Lungfish,
Nation of Ulysses,
Joe Smooth,
Dead Boys,
Zapp,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Radio Birdman,
Crash Course in Science,
Pylon,
Susan Cadogan,
Althea and Donna,
David Bowie,
Arthur Verocai,
Unwound,
The Cowsills,
Infiniti,
Jerry's Kids,
Ultimate Spinach,
Idris Muhammad,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Henry Cow,
The Velvet Underground,
Deadbeat,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Sonics,
Mandrill,
Marvin Gaye,
The Vogues,
Terry Callier,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Tears for Fears,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Donald Byrd,
Sällskapet,
Wings,
John Holt,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Desert Stars,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Monochrome Set,
Fat Boys,
Kaleidoscope,
Fugazi,
The Pretty Things,
Eric Copeland,
John Cale,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Barry Ungar,
Metal Thangz,
Shuggie Otis,
cv313,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Gap Band,
Nas,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.