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 Portugal and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 Lagos and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 This Heat to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes 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 synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Technova,
Sun City Girls,
Mad Mike,
Gong,
Funky Four + One,
Donald Byrd,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bill Near,
A Flock of Seagulls,
A Certain Ratio,
Dawn Penn,
Tubeway Army,
Underground Resistance,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Anthony Braxton,
FM Einheit,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Black Sheep,
Toni Rubio,
Dennis Brown,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Icehouse,
The Move,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pantytec,
Crispian St. Peters,
ABC,
Neil Young,
8 Eyed Spy,
T. Rex,
Robert Wyatt,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jandek,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Liliput,
Rufus Thomas,
Gichy Dan,
Vainqueur,
Arthur Verocai,
The Mojo Men,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dead Boys,
Soulsonic Force,
Cymande,
Iggy Pop,
Jerry's Kids,
Au Pairs,
Scion,
One Last Wish,
Freddie Wadling,
The Invisible,
Gang Gang Dance,
Brand Nubian,
David McCallum,
Gang Starr,
Schoolly D,
Laurel Aitken,
Rosa Yemen,
Reagan Youth,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.