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 Zambia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Matthew Bourne to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare 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 harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Iggy Pop,
Lalann,
Sandy B,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Slackers,
The Remains,
Lower 48,
Hardrive,
The Barracudas,
Deadbeat,
The Monochrome Set,
Reuben Wilson,
Half Japanese,
the Soft Cell,
The Leaves,
Johnny Clarke,
Bluetip,
Laurel Aitken,
Arthur Verocai,
Goldenarms,
Stereo Dub,
The Gap Band,
Sparks,
China Crisis,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eli Mardock,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Electric Prunes,
The Toasters,
Eric Dolphy,
Cymande,
The Move,
Trumans Water,
Janne Schatter,
Brass Construction,
JFA,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Scrapy,
Jawbox,
Roy Ayers,
AZ,
Niagra,
The Slits,
Dorothy Ashby,
Erykah Badu,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Human League,
The Vogues,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sound Behaviour,
Soft Machine,
Johnny Osbourne,
Malaria!,
Bobby Sherman,
John Foxx,
David Axelrod,
Freddie Wadling,
Nik Kershaw,
Maleditus Sound,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Idris Muhammad,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.