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 Thailand and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 DNA to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer 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 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
The Barracudas,
Tom Boy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Victims,
Mandrill,
Flamin' Groovies,
Depeche Mode,
Japan,
Deadbeat,
Black Sheep,
Yazoo,
Radiohead,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Porter Ricks,
The Names,
Pharoah Sanders,
Silicon Teens,
The Moody Blues,
Negative Approach,
Brothers Johnson,
Masters at Work,
Brand Nubian,
Quantec,
Moby Grape,
Pulsallama,
Tommy Roe,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Amazonics,
T. Rex,
Minny Pops,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Shuggie Otis,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Symarip,
Bootsy Collins,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Todd Rundgren,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fugazi,
Thompson Twins,
Loose Ends,
Glenn Branca,
Faraquet,
Oneida,
Spandau Ballet,
The Toasters,
Mr. Review,
Scion,
Susan Cadogan,
Babytalk,
Supertramp,
The Raincoats,
cv313,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kerri Chandler,
Sparks,
Man Parrish,
Cheater Slicks,
Saccharine Trust,
Little Man,
The Kinks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
DeepChord presents Echospace, DeepChord presents Echospace, DeepChord presents Echospace, DeepChord presents Echospace.
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.