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 Guatemala and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Saccharine Trust to the grunge 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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes 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 güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Gerry Rafferty,
EPMD,
China Crisis,
New Age Steppers,
Pierre Henry,
Average White Band,
Tim Buckley,
Niagra,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rotary Connection,
The Cure,
The Dirtbombs,
Albert Ayler,
These Immortal Souls,
Bizarre Inc.,
Patti Smith,
Ponytail,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Doors,
Television Personalities,
Thee Headcoats,
The Remains,
Johnny Osbourne,
Black Bananas,
the Germs,
Con Funk Shun,
Stockholm Monsters,
Barrington Levy,
Mo-Dettes,
Brothers Johnson,
Scott Walker,
Camouflage,
The Blues Magoos,
Pantytec,
Blossom Toes,
Q and Not U,
Fat Boys,
Camberwell Now,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bang On A Can,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gong,
Judy Mowatt,
John Holt,
Bill Wells,
L. Decosne,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Tomorrow,
David Axelrod,
The Sound,
Goldenarms,
Lyres,
The Index,
Audionom,
Pagans,
John Coltrane,
Peter & Gordon,
Glenn Branca,
the Sonics,
Soul Sonic Force,
Shoche,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.