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 Korea North and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the rock 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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord 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 chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Youth Brigade,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
UT,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
David McCallum,
Suburban Knight,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Accadde A,
Organ,
Scan 7,
The J.B.'s,
Deadbeat,
Simply Red,
Siglo XX,
Amon Düül,
Section 25,
Prince Buster,
Sixth Finger,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Schoolly D,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Excepter,
Eric B and Rakim,
Matthew Halsall,
The Beau Brummels,
Harmonia,
New Age Steppers,
Hasil Adkins,
AZ,
Boz Scaggs,
Yusef Lateef,
Arthur Verocai,
Junior Murvin,
Gong,
Dead Boys,
Pere Ubu,
Pylon,
Girls At Our Best!,
Roxette,
China Crisis,
The Invisible,
Kool Moe Dee,
Barrington Levy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Con Funk Shun,
Unrelated Segments,
Tim Buckley,
Maurizio,
Negative Approach,
The Motions,
The American Breed,
Radio Birdman,
Camberwell Now,
Dark Day,
Flash Fearless,
Index,
Cymande,
Scientists,
FM Einheit,
Echospace,
Scion,
Quadrant,
Byron Stingily,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.