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 Papua New Guinea and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The United States of America to the funk 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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a spring reverb and an organ 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 mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
T. Rex,
Faraquet,
Barbara Tucker,
a-ha,
Sun City Girls,
The Evens,
The Detroit Cobras,
Glenn Branca,
The Skatalites,
Donald Byrd,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Toasters,
Stereo Dub,
China Crisis,
Pharoah Sanders,
Cal Tjader,
Mandrill,
Suicide,
Delon & Dalcan,
Popol Vuh,
Darondo,
Iggy Pop,
Icehouse,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Los Fastidios,
Warren Ellis,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eli Mardock,
Eric B and Rakim,
Crash Course in Science,
Derrick Morgan,
The Techniques,
the Normal,
The Mummies,
Skarface,
Roxy Music,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Television Personalities,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Cowsills,
Banda Bassotti,
Chris & Cosey,
Clear Light,
Johnny Osbourne,
Letta Mbulu,
X-101,
The Red Krayola,
Don Cherry,
Black Flag,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rites of Spring,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Wake,
Cameo,
The Alarm Clocks,
Josef K,
Terry Callier,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Desert Stars,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.