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 Poland and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 guitar 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 Loose Ends to the crunk 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 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 theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
H. Thieme,
The Monks,
X-Ray Spex,
Ken Boothe,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Tubeway Army,
the Association,
The Standells,
Whodini,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Marc Almond,
Brothers Johnson,
Cybotron,
Eric Dolphy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Deepchord,
The Fortunes,
Q and Not U,
Alice Coltrane,
Nas,
FM Einheit,
Barry Ungar,
Magma,
Anakelly,
Mission of Burma,
The Selecter,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Germs,
Kenny Larkin,
Lindisfarne,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Skriet,
MC5,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jandek,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Letta Mbulu,
X-102,
Don Cherry,
Freddie Wadling,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Joe Finger,
Al Stewart,
Erykah Badu,
Alison Limerick,
Johnny Clarke,
Babytalk,
Section 25,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Q65,
Swans,
The Moleskins,
Glenn Branca,
Gabor Szabo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Arab on Radar,
Von Mondo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.