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 Maldives and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Delhi.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 DNA 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron 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 harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Gregory Isaacs,
Hasil Adkins,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Curtis Mayfield,
Steve Hackett,
Kaleidoscope,
Brick,
Gang Starr,
Panda Bear,
Talk Talk,
ABC,
Pagans,
The Offenders,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Parry Music,
Peter and Kerry,
Interpol,
The Smoke,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Grandmaster Flash,
Arab on Radar,
Ponytail,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Smiths,
Rhythm & Sound,
Graham Central Station,
Lee Hazlewood,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sarah Menescal,
Cameo,
Harry Pussy,
New Age Steppers,
Todd Rundgren,
B.T. Express,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lungfish,
Electric Prunes,
Tomorrow,
DNA,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Johnny Clarke,
The Seeds,
Ten City,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ralphi Rosario,
Surgeon,
Bobby Sherman,
Bush Tetras,
Delta 5,
Scott Walker,
Big Daddy Kane,
Franke,
Anthony Braxton,
Hashim,
Goldenarms,
Neu!,
Pantytec,
The Music Machine,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dave Gahan,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.