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 Morocco and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Beijing and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Stetsasonic to the disco 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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin 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 snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
Byron Stingily,
Panda Bear,
Marvin Gaye,
Chris & Cosey,
Main Source,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Divine Comedy,
Electric Prunes,
Soft Cell,
Moss Icon,
Rosa Yemen,
Rekid,
Eden Ahbez,
The Birthday Party,
Outsiders,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Judy Mowatt,
Marine Girls,
Lou Reed,
Bobby Womack,
Q and Not U,
Lebanon Hanover,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Monochrome Set,
Grey Daturas,
Albert Ayler,
Icehouse,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Cure,
Mandrill,
Smog,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
James White and The Blacks,
Avey Tare,
Max Romeo,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Beau Brummels,
the Human League,
Quantec,
LL Cool J,
Angry Samoans,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Blues Magoos,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Khruangbin,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Barracudas,
Second Layer,
Deadbeat,
The Martian,
Gastr Del Sol,
Spandau Ballet,
Malaria!,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.