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 Liechtenstein and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Neil Young to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar 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 arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Groovy Waters,
UT,
Black Moon,
Derrick May,
The Residents,
Vladislav Delay,
Liliput,
The Young Rascals,
the Association,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Magazine,
Audionom,
The Detroit Cobras,
Joy Division,
Bootsy Collins,
Bluetip,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Tomorrow,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Swell Maps,
Marvin Gaye,
Dennis Brown,
The Monochrome Set,
Joey Negro,
Drive Like Jehu,
Morten Harket,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Amon Düül II,
China Crisis,
Mo-Dettes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Das Ding,
Minnie Riperton,
Anakelly,
Pantaleimon,
Average White Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Livin' Joy,
Fear,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pere Ubu,
Bizarre Inc.,
Godley & Creme,
Flash Fearless,
The Fugs,
Buzzcocks,
Hasil Adkins,
Letta Mbulu,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Skaos,
T.S.O.L.,
The Pretty Things,
Warsaw,
Hoover,
Hardrive,
Rites of Spring,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.