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 Liberia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in 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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Delon & Dalcan to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin 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 snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Erasure,
Colin Newman,
Absolute Body Control,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dorothy Ashby,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Whodini,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
DJ Style,
FM Einheit,
Jawbox,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Don Cherry,
the Swans,
Monolake,
Yaz,
the Germs,
Index,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Liliput,
Rhythm & Sound,
Angry Samoans,
The Smoke,
The Mummies,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Moody Blues,
Tears for Fears,
Wings,
Quantec,
The Black Dice,
The Searchers,
Terry Callier,
Black Sheep,
The Leaves,
Fat Boys,
Scan 7,
Infiniti,
The Cowsills,
Drexciya,
Harry Pussy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Zeros,
Gang of Four,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Divine Comedy,
The Slackers,
Peter & Gordon,
Zero Boys,
World's Most,
Sixth Finger,
Minny Pops,
Sandy B,
EPMD,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Big Daddy Kane,
Siglo XX,
Ralphi Rosario,
Intrusion,
Roxette,
Camouflage,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.