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 Equatorial Guinea and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Black Moon to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar 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 mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
The United States of America,
The Searchers,
Kaleidoscope,
Icehouse,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lou Reed,
Laurel Aitken,
DJ Sneak,
Max Romeo,
Youth Brigade,
Circle Jerks,
KRS-One,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bronski Beat,
X-Ray Spex,
Ponytail,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Loose Ends,
Audionom,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Talk Talk,
David McCallum,
The Human League,
The Moleskins,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Y Pants,
Franke,
The Misunderstood,
Kas Product,
The Victims,
FM Einheit,
The Associates,
Bang On A Can,
The Kinks,
The Angels of Light,
Lucky Dragons,
D'Angelo,
Desert Stars,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Crooked Eye,
Skaos,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bobby Womack,
Tears for Fears,
Alison Limerick,
The Motions,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pussy Galore,
Nik Kershaw,
Von Mondo,
Ronnie Foster,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fad Gadget,
Dawn Penn,
Technova,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.