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 Seoul.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Saccharine Trust to the electroclash 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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb 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 güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Camouflage,
Kayak,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Invisible,
Andrew Hill,
Avey Tare,
The J.B.'s,
Bobby Sherman,
Bang On A Can,
The Human League,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Faraquet,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ohio Players,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Black Moon,
Gil Scott Heron,
Deadbeat,
The Selecter,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Slits,
Crispy Ambulance,
New York Dolls,
Skaos,
48th St. Collective,
Marine Girls,
June of 44,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Happenings,
Ponytail,
Ludus,
Pantytec,
The Residents,
The Walker Brothers,
Fad Gadget,
T.S.O.L.,
The Raincoats,
the Swans,
Lightning Bolt,
K-Klass,
Niagra,
Deakin,
Average White Band,
Scratch Acid,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Crooked Eye,
David Bowie,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
KRS-One,
The Saints,
Banda Bassotti,
Sister Nancy,
T. Rex,
June Days,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fela Kuti,
Arcadia,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.