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 Dominican Republic and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator 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 sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Crooked Eye,
Kerri Chandler,
Symarip,
Maleditus Sound,
Skarface,
The United States of America,
Deakin,
Lyres,
The Leaves,
Agitation Free,
Johnny Clarke,
The Durutti Column,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Scion,
The Zeros,
Khruangbin,
Crime,
The Golliwogs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Terrestrial Tones,
Letta Mbulu,
Youth Brigade,
Smog,
Henry Cow,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Offenders,
Warren Ellis,
The Black Dice,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bob Dylan,
Funkadelic,
cv313,
Electric Prunes,
Scientists,
Deepchord,
Brick,
Duran Duran,
Quando Quango,
UT,
Robert Hood,
Chris Corsano,
Rotary Connection,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tim Buckley,
Malaria!,
Ultimate Spinach,
Skriet,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Connie Case,
The Saints,
The Cowsills,
Stiv Bators,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Smiths,
Ralphi Rosario,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Max Romeo,
Silicon Teens,
Marvin Gaye,
Rekid,
Metal Thangz,
Howard Jones,
Charles Mingus,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.