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 Vanuatu and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Rhythm & Sound to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an oboe and a linndrum 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 an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Gang Green,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Joey Negro,
Pylon,
The Index,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Moleskins,
Cabaret Voltaire,
John Foxx,
June of 44,
Average White Band,
Kerri Chandler,
Wolf Eyes,
Iggy Pop,
Andrew Hill,
The Flesh Eaters,
Amazonics,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Juan Atkins,
The United States of America,
In Retrospect,
Altered Images,
The Barracudas,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Crispy Ambulance,
Shuggie Otis,
Ronnie Foster,
New York Dolls,
Gil Scott Heron,
Peter & Gordon,
Motorama,
KRS-One,
Roxette,
Q and Not U,
Surgeon,
Tropical Tobacco,
Franke,
Porter Ricks,
The Invisible,
The Wake,
Dark Day,
Bootsy Collins,
Byron Stingily,
Circle Jerks,
Crooked Eye,
Livin' Joy,
Peter and Kerry,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Robert Hood,
The Gap Band,
The Sound,
Subhumans,
R.M.O.,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.