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 East Timor and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Charles Mingus to the grime 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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 808 and a clarinet 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 chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Dennis Brown,
Moby Grape,
Minutemen,
The Cure,
Stockholm Monsters,
Avey Tare,
Faust,
The Knickerbockers,
Pierre Henry,
Pagans,
Graham Central Station,
Hoover,
Guru Guru,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Toasters,
Sister Nancy,
The Gories,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Divine Comedy,
Mars,
Derrick May,
The Doors,
Jeff Lynne,
Groovy Waters,
Pussy Galore,
Deakin,
The Evens,
The Sound,
Bizarre Inc.,
Public Image Ltd.,
MC5,
8 Eyed Spy,
Crash Course in Science,
Smog,
Cal Tjader,
Max Romeo,
The Cramps,
Eli Mardock,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Reagan Youth,
Cheater Slicks,
ABBA,
The Blackbyrds,
Ronan,
Bobby Womack,
Minnie Riperton,
The Moleskins,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
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Malaria!,
The Slackers,
Nas,
Leonard Cohen,
Bauhaus,
The Dead C,
Mission of Burma,
The Saints,
David Axelrod,
Ituana,
Josef K,
The Seeds,
The Red Krayola,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.