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 Jordan and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Zero Boys to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar 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 güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Index,
The Birthday Party,
Fatback Band,
Aural Exciters,
Fear,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Sonics,
Danielle Patucci,
Prince Buster,
Smog,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Buckinghams,
Reuben Wilson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gong,
Zero Boys,
Grey Daturas,
Moby Grape,
Quando Quango,
Von Mondo,
Metal Thangz,
Kerrie Biddell,
Faust,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jerry's Kids,
the Association,
Q65,
Eurythmics,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lower 48,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Half Japanese,
Porter Ricks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Pop Group,
Guru Guru,
Groovy Waters,
Leonard Cohen,
Organ,
10cc,
Bluetip,
Agitation Free,
the Soft Cell,
Yusef Lateef,
The Beau Brummels,
Bauhaus,
Maurizio,
Television Personalities,
Janne Schatter,
Gerry Rafferty,
Parry Music,
Pole,
Y Pants,
The Gun Club,
Easy Going,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Average White Band,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.