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 Guyana and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Gregory Isaacs to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ 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 linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Newcleus,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ludus,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eve St. Jones,
Spoonie Gee,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Minny Pops,
Funkadelic,
The Red Krayola,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ronan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Golliwogs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Pretty Things,
The Divine Comedy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Marvin Gaye,
Tim Buckley,
The Fall,
Ronnie Foster,
ABBA,
Visage,
John Holt,
Brick,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The United States of America,
Nas,
The Alarm Clocks,
Malaria!,
Essential Logic,
Wolf Eyes,
Mr. Review,
Blancmange,
Guru Guru,
Country Teasers,
Scratch Acid,
Harry Pussy,
Johnny Clarke,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jeff Lynne,
Sun Ra,
Yusef Lateef,
Stockholm Monsters,
Soulsonic Force,
Little Man,
Crash Course in Science,
The Raincoats,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mantronix,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Index,
Deadbeat,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Fortunes,
Kayak,
Ken Boothe,
Slave,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
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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.