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 Brunei and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe 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 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Outsiders,
The Dead C,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Evens,
Bob Dylan,
T. Rex,
The Index,
Davy DMX,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Maurizio,
Wolf Eyes,
Buzzcocks,
Tom Boy,
Al Stewart,
Derrick Morgan,
The Martian,
Jandek,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Robert Wyatt,
Niagra,
Organ,
Young Marble Giants,
Public Enemy,
Heaven 17,
Parry Music,
Franke,
Gong,
Crooked Eye,
Derrick May,
Eve St. Jones,
Lee Hazlewood,
Janne Schatter,
Aaron Thompson,
Absolute Body Control,
Arcadia,
Rapeman,
James White and The Blacks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Standells,
Deakin,
K-Klass,
The Smoke,
Sound Behaviour,
Brass Construction,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Suburban Knight,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Yazoo,
Kayak,
D'Angelo,
48th St. Collective,
The Electric Prunes,
Simply Red,
Nirvana,
Tres Demented,
Visage,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eric Dolphy,
Cheater Slicks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Joe Smooth,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.