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 Cyprus and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 funk 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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe 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 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Don Cherry,
Eli Mardock,
Freddie Wadling,
Chrome,
The Searchers,
Radio Birdman,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Icehouse,
Section 25,
Make Up,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gichy Dan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pulsallama,
The Moody Blues,
Oneida,
Eurythmics,
Little Man,
Rekid,
Amon Düül II,
Goldenarms,
Cybotron,
the Slits,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Newcleus,
Quantec,
Fatback Band,
The Wake,
Soft Machine,
Barry Ungar,
Siglo XX,
Scan 7,
Loose Ends,
Schoolly D,
Althea and Donna,
Sun City Girls,
Gabor Szabo,
The Knickerbockers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Girls At Our Best!,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Black Flag,
Public Image Ltd.,
Youth Brigade,
Cal Tjader,
U.S. Maple,
Silicon Teens,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ultravox,
Dennis Brown,
Mark Hollis,
Thee Headcoats,
June Days,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kool Moe Dee,
Tropical Tobacco,
Iggy Pop,
K-Klass,
Q65,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Stereo Dub,
EPMD,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.