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 Iraq and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sight & Sound to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar 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 guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
New York Dolls,
Chrome,
Donny Hathaway,
Echospace,
Royal Trux,
Graham Central Station,
DNA,
John Holt,
Toni Rubio,
Deadbeat,
James White and The Blacks,
Rosa Yemen,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rufus Thomas,
Alison Limerick,
Maurizio,
Dark Day,
Severed Heads,
China Crisis,
The Names,
Sam Rivers,
Freddie Wadling,
Robert Görl,
kango's stein massive,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Slits,
The Barracudas,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pylon,
Slick Rick,
Pantaleimon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Michelle Simonal,
Panda Bear,
John Foxx,
10cc,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Audionom,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Smoke,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sällskapet,
The Gories,
Henry Cow,
The Fuzztones,
Crispy Ambulance,
Terrestrial Tones,
Khruangbin,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Mojo Men,
Gang Starr,
Sexual Harrassment,
cv313,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kayak,
The Real Kids,
Laurel Aitken,
The Cowsills,
A Certain Ratio,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.