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 Uruguay and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 New Age Steppers to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba 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 marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
the Sonics,
Juan Atkins,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Arcadia,
Sexual Harrassment,
Procol Harum,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sound Behaviour,
Sandy B,
Jimmy McGriff,
Piero Umiliani,
Joensuu 1685,
Crispian St. Peters,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Gories,
Soul II Soul,
The Count Five,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The United States of America,
Letta Mbulu,
The Move,
the Association,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Amon Düül,
Loose Ends,
Bobby Womack,
Television,
Pantytec,
U.S. Maple,
David Bowie,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Marmalade,
Section 25,
Moss Icon,
Suburban Knight,
Television Personalities,
Eden Ahbez,
The Neon Judgement,
Harmonia,
Idris Muhammad,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lungfish,
Kevin Saunderson,
Vladislav Delay,
Stockholm Monsters,
Silicon Teens,
The Skatalites,
Nils Olav,
Marc Almond,
Deepchord,
Cluster,
This Heat,
Grandmaster Flash,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Dead Boys,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
UT,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Black Sheep,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.