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 Estonia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 güiro and a guitar 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 mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Alphaville,
Depeche Mode,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dave Gahan,
the Fania All-Stars,
Essential Logic,
Talk Talk,
Flamin' Groovies,
Dennis Brown,
Los Fastidios,
The Stooges,
The New Christs,
Gichy Dan,
Crash Course in Science,
Q and Not U,
Pierre Henry,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Freddie Wadling,
Albert Ayler,
Ice-T,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cheater Slicks,
Henry Cow,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fugazi,
Anakelly,
Wolf Eyes,
The Knickerbockers,
The Birthday Party,
Bauhaus,
Quadrant,
The Martian,
Eric Copeland,
Reagan Youth,
Rotary Connection,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cameo,
Hot Snakes,
Sex Pistols,
Patti Smith,
Robert Wyatt,
Surgeon,
Newcleus,
Slick Rick,
Chris Corsano,
The Slits,
Radiohead,
The Trojans,
Hardrive,
Robert Hood,
The Offenders,
Darondo,
Deepchord,
B.T. Express,
Franke,
Ultimate Spinach,
Black Flag,
the Normal,
Country Teasers,
David Bowie,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.