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 Bolivia and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Q and Not U to the jazz 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 The United States of America. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator 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 sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
The Modern Lovers,
The Count Five,
Babytalk,
The Gladiators,
ABBA,
DJ Style,
The Moody Blues,
The Beau Brummels,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Names,
Black Flag,
Easy Going,
Malaria!,
Flash Fearless,
The Martian,
Ronan,
X-102,
Rites of Spring,
Altered Images,
Talk Talk,
Crash Course in Science,
Oblivians,
Lou Reed,
Technova,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nico,
The Golliwogs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Charles Mingus,
Faraquet,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Scratch Acid,
Suburban Knight,
Jerry Gold Smith,
June of 44,
Soul Sonic Force,
Thee Headcoats,
Amazonics,
David Axelrod,
Rapeman,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Camberwell Now,
Rufus Thomas,
Crispian St. Peters,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Association,
The Blackbyrds,
Young Marble Giants,
Faust,
Ultravox,
John Coltrane,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Depeche Mode,
Anakelly,
Lakeside,
Sex Pistols,
Spandau Ballet,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.