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 Antigua and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Lou Reed 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord 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 linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
cv313,
Banda Bassotti,
Bad Manners,
Sight & Sound,
Public Enemy,
The Last Poets,
Massinfluence,
Section 25,
Colin Newman,
Albert Ayler,
Jacob Miller,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Cecil Taylor,
The Cowsills,
Lalo Schifrin,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Sonics,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Tears for Fears,
It's A Beautiful Day,
James White and The Blacks,
Soft Machine,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Silicon Teens,
K-Klass,
Isaac Hayes,
Don Cherry,
Gastr Del Sol,
Accadde A,
The Litter,
Country Teasers,
Ronnie Foster,
Monks,
Harry Pussy,
The Fuzztones,
Fatback Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Visage,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Warsaw,
Fluxion,
Hoover,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rhythm & Sound,
Suicide,
The Cramps,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pulsallama,
Marmalade,
Scion,
Faust,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jacques Brel,
Barbara Tucker,
David Bowie,
Mandrill,
Gang Starr,
The Knickerbockers,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.