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 Lesotho and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Delon & Dalcan to the disco 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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer 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 arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
MDC,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Oblivians,
Charles Mingus,
Girls At Our Best!,
Isaac Hayes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jandek,
Eric Copeland,
PIL,
Radiopuhelimet,
Monolake,
Lungfish,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Blossom Toes,
Symarip,
Crispy Ambulance,
T.S.O.L.,
The Gap Band,
Soul II Soul,
Fatback Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
Theoretical Girls,
FM Einheit,
The J.B.'s,
The Seeds,
Eddi Front,
The Smoke,
X-101,
Robert Görl,
Patti Smith,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Q and Not U,
Crooked Eye,
Josef K,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Busters,
Mission of Burma,
Parry Music,
DNA,
The Music Machine,
Tomorrow,
Suicide,
Magma,
Joensuu 1685,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The New Christs,
Deepchord,
Au Pairs,
Brick,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rites of Spring,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bobby Womack,
Wolf Eyes,
Eli Mardock,
Scott Walker,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.