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 Czech Republic and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Holger Czukay 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 Swell Maps to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb 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 chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Fifty Foot Hose,
T.S.O.L.,
Robert Görl,
Davy DMX,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jeff Lynne,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Black Flag,
Kas Product,
Throbbing Gristle,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Fania All-Stars,
Basic Channel,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Connie Case,
Michelle Simonal,
Ronnie Foster,
The Techniques,
The Toasters,
David Bowie,
Gang Starr,
Aaron Thompson,
Rotary Connection,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Index,
Sixth Finger,
Marine Girls,
The Happenings,
The Divine Comedy,
Quantec,
Aloha Tigers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Terry Callier,
Guru Guru,
The Real Kids,
Supertramp,
Ornette Coleman,
Barbara Tucker,
Icehouse,
Man Parrish,
the Association,
Stiv Bators,
Flash Fearless,
Fugazi,
Pharoah Sanders,
Absolute Body Control,
Fela Kuti,
John Cale,
Banda Bassotti,
Radiohead,
Symarip,
Charles Mingus,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Electric Prunes,
Alison Limerick,
Amazonics,
Faust,
Fat Boys,
Crispian St. Peters,
Second Layer,
Can,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.