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 Greece and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in 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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Robert Palmer 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 Ossler to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer 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 marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Brick,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Fall,
The Mummies,
Accadde A,
Charles Mingus,
Cybotron,
Qualms,
Vladislav Delay,
Ralphi Rosario,
Johnny Clarke,
The Smiths,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Index,
Pole,
Stetsasonic,
The Beau Brummels,
Nik Kershaw,
Soulsonic Force,
L. Decosne,
Groovy Waters,
Infiniti,
Talk Talk,
Lightning Bolt,
Jawbox,
Slave,
The Sonics,
Robert Wyatt,
The Trojans,
James White and The Blacks,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Searchers,
T. Rex,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Index,
Joey Negro,
Anthony Braxton,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Banda Bassotti,
Monolake,
Pagans,
Althea and Donna,
Rotary Connection,
Khruangbin,
Parry Music,
The Smoke,
Mark Hollis,
Aaron Thompson,
The Real Kids,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
B.T. Express,
David Bowie,
Saccharine Trust,
Moebius,
Gang Gang Dance,
Youth Brigade,
The Dirtbombs,
F. McDonald,
Das Ding,
Moss Icon,
David Axelrod,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.