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 Vanuatu and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ultra Naté to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb 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 oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Bill Near,
Joe Smooth,
Aural Exciters,
H. Thieme,
Lalann,
The Count Five,
Ronan,
EPMD,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Human League,
Eli Mardock,
Angry Samoans,
The Fuzztones,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Interpol,
The Music Machine,
Don Cherry,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Arthur Verocai,
Ituana,
Boredoms,
Maleditus Sound,
L. Decosne,
Rhythm & Sound,
Qualms,
Sixth Finger,
Can,
Faust,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
John Lydon,
Wally Richardson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Nation of Ulysses,
Minor Threat,
The J.B.'s,
Fear,
The Kinks,
Niagra,
Pylon,
Connie Case,
Barbara Tucker,
Joyce Sims,
The Last Poets,
David McCallum,
Toni Rubio,
The Golliwogs,
Crime,
The New Christs,
Gil Scott Heron,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jesper Dahlback,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Swell Maps,
Smog,
Average White Band,
Henry Cow,
The Five Americans,
Model 500,
Make Up,
The Gladiators,
Joe Finger,
Siglo XX,
Franke,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.