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 Djibouti and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Bootsy Collins to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba 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 guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
The Modern Lovers,
Vladislav Delay,
Monks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Section 25,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
June Days,
Tropical Tobacco,
Nico,
Crooked Eye,
Altered Images,
The Associates,
Barry Ungar,
The Sound,
Crash Course in Science,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
F. McDonald,
David Bowie,
Crime,
Simply Red,
Soft Machine,
Zero Boys,
the Fania All-Stars,
Todd Rundgren,
the Association,
Howard Jones,
Inner City,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The J.B.'s,
Silicon Teens,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fat Boys,
New Age Steppers,
The Blackbyrds,
Main Source,
DJ Sneak,
Letta Mbulu,
Banda Bassotti,
Maleditus Sound,
Eric Copeland,
Faraquet,
Charles Mingus,
The American Breed,
a-ha,
Scratch Acid,
The Monochrome Set,
Eve St. Jones,
CMW,
The Residents,
Jawbox,
Sarah Menescal,
The Young Rascals,
kango's stein massive,
Glenn Branca,
Angry Samoans,
Isaac Hayes,
Cameo,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.