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 Egypt and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the organ 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 Panda Bear to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare 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 synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Dead Boys,
Buzzcocks,
Grandmaster Flash,
David Axelrod,
Nico,
Black Moon,
Minny Pops,
Charles Mingus,
DJ Sneak,
Symarip,
Derrick May,
EPMD,
Cecil Taylor,
Chrome,
L. Decosne,
the Human League,
The Mojo Men,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Reagan Youth,
Royal Trux,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lou Reed,
Jimmy McGriff,
Neil Young,
Whodini,
MC5,
Scientists,
Sight & Sound,
Reuben Wilson,
The Slackers,
Dave Gahan,
Lower 48,
Boz Scaggs,
Young Marble Giants,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tom Boy,
Massinfluence,
The Cowsills,
Pantaleimon,
Kevin Saunderson,
FM Einheit,
Agitation Free,
Hardrive,
Popol Vuh,
Soft Machine,
the Swans,
Tubeway Army,
Hoover,
The American Breed,
Freddie Wadling,
Soft Cell,
Au Pairs,
Gastr Del Sol,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Vogues,
Eli Mardock,
Stiv Bators,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lightning Bolt,
Thompson Twins,
Warren Ellis,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.