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 Morocco and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Jawbox to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an arpeggiator 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 clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dawn Penn,
Blossom Toes,
Alison Limerick,
Model 500,
Avey Tare,
Mad Mike,
Matthew Halsall,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nirvana,
The Fall,
Hot Snakes,
Isaac Hayes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Zeros,
Faust,
The Cowsills,
These Immortal Souls,
the Soft Cell,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Yazoo,
Bobby Sherman,
Technova,
Bootsy Collins,
Spandau Ballet,
Cameo,
Danielle Patucci,
Fad Gadget,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Donny Hathaway,
Fatback Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eric Dolphy,
John Foxx,
Siglo XX,
Jawbox,
The Flesh Eaters,
Harry Pussy,
Soft Machine,
Eden Ahbez,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Moleskins,
Dave Gahan,
the Association,
Steve Hackett,
Girls At Our Best!,
CMW,
Con Funk Shun,
Aloha Tigers,
X-Ray Spex,
Joensuu 1685,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ohio Players,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rites of Spring,
The Smiths,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.