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 Iran and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Fugs to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba 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 synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Goldenarms,
Nick Fraelich,
Laurel Aitken,
Chris & Cosey,
Suicide,
Cheater Slicks,
Toni Rubio,
KRS-One,
Darondo,
Sight & Sound,
Smog,
Wasted Youth,
China Crisis,
Alton Ellis,
Black Bananas,
LL Cool J,
Pere Ubu,
Grey Daturas,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Fania All-Stars,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Junior Murvin,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Aaron Thompson,
Iggy Pop,
The Stooges,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Angels of Light,
Television,
Bang On A Can,
Camberwell Now,
John Foxx,
The Kinks,
Minny Pops,
Circle Jerks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Germs,
The Standells,
Bobby Byrd,
K-Klass,
Minnie Riperton,
Patti Smith,
The Move,
Jawbox,
Crash Course in Science,
Chris Corsano,
Lou Christie,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Simply Red,
Piero Umiliani,
In Retrospect,
EPMD,
Reuben Wilson,
T.S.O.L.,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sister Nancy,
Eli Mardock,
Eric Copeland,
Pylon,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.