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 Serbia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Depeche Mode to the electroclash 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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare 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 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?
Slick Rick,
Erasure,
Anakelly,
Kevin Saunderson,
DJ Sneak,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jesper Dahlback,
These Immortal Souls,
Angry Samoans,
Sam Rivers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Todd Terry,
Darondo,
Ornette Coleman,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
a-ha,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Young Rascals,
Eden Ahbez,
The Count Five,
Harmonia,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Swans,
Graham Central Station,
Au Pairs,
Davy DMX,
The Evens,
The Red Krayola,
Terry Callier,
Sun City Girls,
Monolake,
Gabor Szabo,
Fear,
Jeff Lynne,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Scrapy,
Tres Demented,
Colin Newman,
the Sonics,
Vladislav Delay,
Lalo Schifrin,
Soul II Soul,
Quadrant,
Sound Behaviour,
Yazoo,
Unwound,
Donald Byrd,
This Heat,
The Martian,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sarah Menescal,
Sexual Harrassment,
Suicide,
Eric Dolphy,
Robert Wyatt,
The Blackbyrds,
Eurythmics,
Silicon Teens,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
X-101,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.