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 Egypt and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the oboe 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 Con Funk Shun to the rap 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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco 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 guitar and an arpeggiator 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 harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
John Foxx,
Japan,
Graham Central Station,
Kaleidoscope,
the Swans,
The Fugs,
The Fuzztones,
The Durutti Column,
Jandek,
Deakin,
Juan Atkins,
Clear Light,
Minny Pops,
Radiohead,
Symarip,
Zero Boys,
Marine Girls,
Soft Machine,
The Mummies,
UT,
Altered Images,
Robert Hood,
JFA,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rekid,
Porter Ricks,
Tommy Roe,
Harmonia,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bobby Womack,
The Blackbyrds,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sarah Menescal,
Scientists,
Absolute Body Control,
Moss Icon,
The Victims,
Metal Thangz,
In Retrospect,
Iggy Pop,
June of 44,
Main Source,
Skarface,
Slick Rick,
Cameo,
Masters at Work,
Colin Newman,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sällskapet,
Blake Baxter,
Neu!,
The Red Krayola,
Television Personalities,
Yaz,
Alton Ellis,
LL Cool J,
Eurythmics,
Technova,
Von Mondo,
Marmalade,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.