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 Albania and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Half Japanese to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord 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 sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Martian,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Names,
T. Rex,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Buckinghams,
Pagans,
The Knickerbockers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Fania All-Stars,
Nick Fraelich,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gang of Four,
Blake Baxter,
The Beau Brummels,
The Litter,
The Fuzztones,
La Düsseldorf,
Ituana,
Kevin Saunderson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Subhumans,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Soulsonic Force,
Schoolly D,
Thee Headcoats,
The Modern Lovers,
The Seeds,
Reagan Youth,
The Fall,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lou Christie,
Easy Going,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Carl Craig,
Flipper,
Bob Dylan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eddi Front,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Icehouse,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Nation of Ulysses,
Hashim,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Smiths,
Can,
The Raincoats,
T.S.O.L.,
Thompson Twins,
Eli Mardock,
Con Funk Shun,
Chrome,
Crispian St. Peters,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.