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 Turkey and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the 808 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 The Blues Magoos to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 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 chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Main Source,
Rakim,
Kaleidoscope,
Surgeon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Donald Byrd,
Lyres,
Derrick May,
Idris Muhammad,
New Age Steppers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Aural Exciters,
Crooked Eye,
L. Decosne,
The Kinks,
Audionom,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Pop Group,
The Smiths,
Howard Jones,
Aloha Tigers,
Minnie Riperton,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Slackers,
Crash Course in Science,
Amon Düül II,
48th St. Collective,
Marc Almond,
OOIOO,
The Sonics,
Altered Images,
Unrelated Segments,
Panda Bear,
World's Most,
Aswad,
The Divine Comedy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ice-T,
Swell Maps,
Soul II Soul,
FM Einheit,
Bronski Beat,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bobby Womack,
Eddi Front,
The Knickerbockers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Agent Orange,
Ossler,
Metal Thangz,
Todd Terry,
Yusef Lateef,
Icehouse,
Sex Pistols,
ABC,
Ken Boothe,
Symarip,
Mandrill,
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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.