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 Kosovo 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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Radiohead 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 The Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar 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 theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Organ,
the Human League,
Negative Approach,
Marvin Gaye,
Trumans Water,
Smog,
The Leaves,
Mary Jane Girls,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Charles Mingus,
Slick Rick,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Trojans,
The New Christs,
Letta Mbulu,
Ossler,
The Alarm Clocks,
Technova,
The Mummies,
Minny Pops,
Sarah Menescal,
Sight & Sound,
Deepchord,
Ten City,
The Electric Prunes,
Tropical Tobacco,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
10cc,
Newcleus,
Popol Vuh,
Infiniti,
Pantytec,
Bush Tetras,
Clear Light,
Television Personalities,
Marcia Griffiths,
Supertramp,
Eurythmics,
Piero Umiliani,
Wings,
The Grass Roots,
E-Dancer,
Simply Red,
The Red Krayola,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Black Moon,
Gichy Dan,
Cecil Taylor,
New Order,
Flipper,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
DNA,
Theoretical Girls,
Johnny Clarke,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Residents,
Sonic Youth,
Icehouse,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.