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 Latvia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Tomorrow to the electroclash 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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba 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 guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
The Buckinghams,
Jandek,
The Searchers,
Archie Shepp,
Nirvana,
Mary Jane Girls,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tim Buckley,
The Happenings,
Gong,
The Modern Lovers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Khruangbin,
Delta 5,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Amazonics,
The Zeros,
Young Marble Giants,
DJ Sneak,
Grauzone,
Circle Jerks,
Sam Rivers,
Godley & Creme,
Depeche Mode,
In Retrospect,
Das Ding,
The Electric Prunes,
Royal Trux,
Pantaleimon,
Eddi Front,
Harpers Bizarre,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Derrick Morgan,
Desert Stars,
The Gap Band,
Erykah Badu,
This Heat,
Quando Quango,
Graham Central Station,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rod Modell,
Ohio Players,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Charles Mingus,
Laurel Aitken,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Soft Cell,
Harmonia,
Adolescents,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Flash Fearless,
Siglo XX,
48th St. Collective,
Moss Icon,
R.M.O.,
Lungfish,
Ossler,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.