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 China and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 snare 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 Adolescents to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 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 oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
the Swans,
Buzzcocks,
Mars,
Derrick May,
Bizarre Inc.,
Marcia Griffiths,
Stereo Dub,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Johnny Osbourne,
Max Romeo,
D'Angelo,
Funky Four + One,
Duran Duran,
Quando Quango,
Kenny Larkin,
Spandau Ballet,
Steve Hackett,
In Retrospect,
MDC,
B.T. Express,
Country Teasers,
Surgeon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
New York Dolls,
Skarface,
The Pretty Things,
The Trojans,
Anakelly,
Fatback Band,
Depeche Mode,
Jawbox,
Spoonie Gee,
Nas,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
X-101,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Count Five,
Lakeside,
Thee Headcoats,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Last Poets,
These Immortal Souls,
Bluetip,
Blossom Toes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Whodini,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dorothy Ashby,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Brass Construction,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Q65,
Maleditus Sound,
Bobby Womack,
Nation of Ulysses,
PIL,
Fela Kuti,
Visage,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Black Pus,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.