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 Hungary and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 808 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 Desert Stars to the grunge 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum 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 mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Television,
Slick Rick,
Camouflage,
The Velvet Underground,
Janne Schatter,
Gang Green,
Bronski Beat,
Danielle Patucci,
The J.B.'s,
Sound Behaviour,
Animal Collective,
Oblivians,
Nick Fraelich,
a-ha,
Andrew Hill,
E-Dancer,
X-102,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Doors,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mary Jane Girls,
John Cale,
The Wake,
Letta Mbulu,
The Count Five,
Eric Dolphy,
Sister Nancy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Swans,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
K-Klass,
Country Teasers,
Electric Prunes,
Brothers Johnson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bauhaus,
Grey Daturas,
The Standells,
Sam Rivers,
Mantronix,
Aloha Tigers,
Nirvana,
Dorothy Ashby,
Minnie Riperton,
Ronan,
The Neon Judgement,
The Blues Magoos,
Mad Mike,
Kayak,
the Sonics,
Delon & Dalcan,
Stereo Dub,
Dawn Penn,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Divine Comedy,
Davy DMX,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.