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 Seychelles and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Accra.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Mojo Men to the grunge 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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer 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 linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Lucky Dragons,
Underground Resistance,
T. Rex,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Soul II Soul,
Brick,
Niagra,
the Swans,
Black Pus,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Japan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pierre Henry,
Eve St. Jones,
Michelle Simonal,
Lou Reed,
Crispian St. Peters,
Josef K,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Normal,
The Pop Group,
Eurythmics,
Parry Music,
Outsiders,
Neu!,
Make Up,
Half Japanese,
Junior Murvin,
Talk Talk,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Slick Rick,
Bad Manners,
Amon Düül,
The Move,
The Sonics,
The Blackbyrds,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Severed Heads,
Roxette,
Stetsasonic,
The Selecter,
Robert Wyatt,
Gang Gang Dance,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bootsy Collins,
Desert Stars,
Essential Logic,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Unrelated Segments,
MDC,
Aaron Thompson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rhythm & Sound,
Funky Four + One,
Freddie Wadling,
Scan 7,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
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.