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 Mongolia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lee Hazlewood to the grime 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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 mellotron and a snare 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 linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Vladislav Delay,
The Modern Lovers,
Pierre Henry,
New York Dolls,
Whodini,
Todd Rundgren,
Connie Case,
Average White Band,
FM Einheit,
Severed Heads,
Sällskapet,
Johnny Clarke,
Television Personalities,
Blake Baxter,
Robert Görl,
Gang of Four,
Black Moon,
Lungfish,
Mo-Dettes,
Youth Brigade,
the Swans,
The Knickerbockers,
Aloha Tigers,
X-102,
Young Marble Giants,
The Martian,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
kango's stein massive,
Anthony Braxton,
Andrew Hill,
Y Pants,
Organ,
The Fall,
Arab on Radar,
Wolf Eyes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Masters at Work,
The Blackbyrds,
Dorothy Ashby,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sixth Finger,
Chris Corsano,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jeff Lynne,
Bizarre Inc.,
Silicon Teens,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bauhaus,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Toasters,
Banda Bassotti,
Peter and Kerry,
The Electric Prunes,
Eurythmics,
Mantronix,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.