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 Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 snare 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 Max Romeo to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a clarinet and a 808 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 spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Lucky Dragons,
Mission of Burma,
Half Japanese,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Camberwell Now,
Black Flag,
Rufus Thomas,
The Velvet Underground,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lakeside,
Wire,
Amon Düül II,
the Fania All-Stars,
Charles Mingus,
Essential Logic,
Dawn Penn,
Unrelated Segments,
Brass Construction,
FM Einheit,
Roxette,
The Toasters,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Chris Corsano,
Byron Stingily,
Kayak,
Motorama,
Don Cherry,
CMW,
Anthony Braxton,
the Human League,
Avey Tare,
Sällskapet,
Flipper,
Lyres,
Mo-Dettes,
Underground Resistance,
Cymande,
Pet Shop Boys,
Alphaville,
Simply Red,
Radio Birdman,
the Sonics,
The Fall,
Electric Prunes,
The Fugs,
Dual Sessions,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eric Dolphy,
Freddie Wadling,
China Crisis,
The Neon Judgement,
Suburban Knight,
The Skatalites,
Fugazi,
Swans,
Anakelly,
John Holt,
Letta Mbulu,
Tres Demented,
New York Dolls,
Marvin Gaye,
Tommy Roe,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.