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 Barbados and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 The Blackbyrds to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord 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 linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Joe Finger,
New Age Steppers,
Alice Coltrane,
Bluetip,
Girls At Our Best!,
One Last Wish,
Alison Limerick,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pierre Henry,
Roy Ayers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Howard Jones,
Inner City,
Joe Smooth,
The Real Kids,
Sonic Youth,
Vladislav Delay,
X-102,
Nation of Ulysses,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Shuggie Otis,
John Holt,
The Moody Blues,
Half Japanese,
B.T. Express,
The Human League,
Bootsy Collins,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sun Ra,
The Residents,
The Blues Magoos,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rapeman,
Minny Pops,
Unrelated Segments,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Yellowson,
Roxy Music,
Eurythmics,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dawn Penn,
Delta 5,
Country Teasers,
Negative Approach,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
U.S. Maple,
Chris Corsano,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Max Romeo,
The Young Rascals,
Robert Hood,
Kurtis Blow,
Archie Shepp,
Erasure,
David McCallum,
the Germs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Severed Heads,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Neil Young,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Star Department,
Tomorrow,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.