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 Canada and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Donald Byrd to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin 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 rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Five Americans,
These Immortal Souls,
Crooked Eye,
Essential Logic,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Subhumans,
Patti Smith,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bang On A Can,
Gil Scott Heron,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Velvet Underground,
The Kinks,
The Fugs,
Rites of Spring,
Stereo Dub,
Jeff Mills,
X-Ray Spex,
Cameo,
Bronski Beat,
Graham Central Station,
F. McDonald,
The Blues Magoos,
John Foxx,
Blancmange,
The Invisible,
New Age Steppers,
The Count Five,
The Detroit Cobras,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Royal Trux,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lakeside,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Moleskins,
Skaos,
Ultra Naté,
Schoolly D,
Deadbeat,
Crash Course in Science,
Babytalk,
Charles Mingus,
Fluxion,
Morten Harket,
The Monks,
Anakelly,
The Birthday Party,
Peter & Gordon,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Gap Band,
Gang Green,
Interpol,
Ohio Players,
David McCallum,
Sarah Menescal,
Roxy Music,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jawbox,
Connie Case,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Soft Machine,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.