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 Grenada and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the sitar 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 Avey Tare to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 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 organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Camouflage,
Desert Stars,
The Flesh Eaters,
Monks,
La Düsseldorf,
The Selecter,
New Order,
Bootsy Collins,
The Durutti Column,
the Association,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
David Axelrod,
Roxette,
Charles Mingus,
Rotary Connection,
Au Pairs,
KRS-One,
Bobby Womack,
Sexual Harrassment,
Yusef Lateef,
Nik Kershaw,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Soft Cell,
Maleditus Sound,
Q and Not U,
Swell Maps,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Dead C,
Jesper Dahlback,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Black Sheep,
Hasil Adkins,
The New Christs,
Quadrant,
Parry Music,
Jacob Miller,
Kayak,
Gang of Four,
Essential Logic,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Chrome,
Make Up,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mandrill,
The Grass Roots,
Royal Trux,
The Sound,
Dawn Penn,
Rekid,
Donald Byrd,
kango's stein massive,
Mad Mike,
Alice Coltrane,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Amon Düül,
Bobby Sherman,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Misunderstood,
The Litter,
Tommy Roe,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.