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 Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Donny Hathaway to the rap 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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet 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 snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Sällskapet,
Pet Shop Boys,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Anthony Braxton,
The Dead C,
Rufus Thomas,
The Fall,
Icehouse,
The Slackers,
Can,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Wings,
Camberwell Now,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
cv313,
Archie Shepp,
Henry Cow,
The Move,
The Red Krayola,
Alton Ellis,
Cymande,
The Golliwogs,
Chris Corsano,
Cybotron,
Junior Murvin,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lightning Bolt,
John Holt,
Blake Baxter,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Divine Comedy,
Cal Tjader,
Marmalade,
Monolake,
Erasure,
Black Moon,
DNA,
OOIOO,
Brand Nubian,
Ultimate Spinach,
Crime,
The New Christs,
Ten City,
Rosa Yemen,
The Last Poets,
T.S.O.L.,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Black Flag,
Althea and Donna,
Erykah Badu,
Average White Band,
Dark Day,
Barry Ungar,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Durutti Column,
Traffic Nightmare,
Soulsonic Force,
The Fuzztones,
The Wake,
Morten Harket,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.