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 Burundi and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 ABC to the grunge 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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and an arpeggiator 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 marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
The Fugs,
Davy DMX,
The Sound,
Arcadia,
Delta 5,
Arthur Verocai,
Albert Ayler,
Al Stewart,
The Buckinghams,
Deepchord,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Wasted Youth,
The Raincoats,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Television,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Josef K,
Nas,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eddi Front,
Underground Resistance,
Sparks,
Moebius,
Scion,
The Smiths,
The Black Dice,
Dave Gahan,
Lucky Dragons,
Mark Hollis,
Bobby Womack,
Johnny Clarke,
Tim Buckley,
The Misunderstood,
Quadrant,
Crispian St. Peters,
Minutemen,
David McCallum,
Mad Mike,
Mars,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lindisfarne,
The Slits,
Negative Approach,
Popol Vuh,
X-Ray Spex,
Soft Machine,
Lower 48,
Reuben Wilson,
The Shadows of Knight,
KRS-One,
Judy Mowatt,
The Doors,
Scott Walker,
Shuggie Otis,
Main Source,
The Birthday Party,
The Neon Judgement,
China Crisis,
Infiniti,
Warsaw,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.