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 Colombia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 Accra and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the guitar 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 Todd Rundgren to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro 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 arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Banda Bassotti,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ronan,
Mandrill,
Dorothy Ashby,
Donny Hathaway,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
John Coltrane,
James White and The Blacks,
Mantronix,
Swell Maps,
Arcadia,
Index,
Soft Machine,
Radiohead,
Sonny Sharrock,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Kinks,
Japan,
Mo-Dettes,
Nik Kershaw,
Tres Demented,
Saccharine Trust,
Leonard Cohen,
Cameo,
MDC,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Mummies,
Jeru the Damaja,
Wasted Youth,
Soulsonic Force,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Vainqueur,
Maleditus Sound,
Jesper Dahlback,
Robert Görl,
The Monochrome Set,
Dennis Brown,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Golliwogs,
Goldenarms,
Faraquet,
Arab on Radar,
Josef K,
John Lydon,
Pere Ubu,
The United States of America,
Interpol,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Litter,
Lucky Dragons,
The J.B.'s,
The Buckinghams,
Gastr Del Sol,
Shoche,
Johnny Osbourne,
Procol Harum,
The Blues Magoos,
Make Up,
The Angels of Light,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.