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 Equatorial Guinea and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Johannesburg.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the guitar 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 Quando Quango to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin 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 organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Lightning Bolt,
Malaria!,
Kool Moe Dee,
Massinfluence,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rufus Thomas,
John Lydon,
Accadde A,
Moss Icon,
New York Dolls,
Popol Vuh,
Wasted Youth,
Joensuu 1685,
The Searchers,
Skaos,
The Cowsills,
Steve Hackett,
Pagans,
Bauhaus,
Anakelly,
Black Bananas,
Interpol,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bad Manners,
Television Personalities,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Last Poets,
Heaven 17,
Gregory Isaacs,
Funky Four + One,
Neil Young,
New Age Steppers,
The Fuzztones,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fugazi,
Nick Fraelich,
Eli Mardock,
Sun City Girls,
Porter Ricks,
Kaleidoscope,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Smiths,
Subhumans,
the Germs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Aaron Thompson,
Monolake,
Michelle Simonal,
New Order,
Roxette,
Cluster,
The Cure,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Evens,
Marmalade,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Brick,
Niagra,
The Blackbyrds,
Trumans Water,
June of 44,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.