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 Gabon and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Quando Quango to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Saints. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro 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 spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
The Techniques,
Tubeway Army,
Sun City Girls,
Letta Mbulu,
Amon Düül,
Barry Ungar,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Archie Shepp,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Crooked Eye,
Marcia Griffiths,
Japan,
The Knickerbockers,
Rotary Connection,
OOIOO,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Panda Bear,
La Düsseldorf,
Rakim,
Lower 48,
Robert Görl,
Half Japanese,
Curtis Mayfield,
Nico,
Aural Exciters,
The Dirtbombs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Inner City,
The Count Five,
Boredoms,
Jesper Dahlback,
Slick Rick,
Piero Umiliani,
The Detroit Cobras,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Q65,
Arthur Verocai,
Royal Trux,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Parry Music,
Stereo Dub,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Move,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fat Boys,
Pierre Henry,
Lou Christie,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eurythmics,
Funky Four + One,
The Stooges,
Camouflage,
Godley & Creme,
Index,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Red Krayola,
The Modern Lovers,
Television Personalities,
Radiohead,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.