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 Niger and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Seoul.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba 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 synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Vladislav Delay,
The Red Krayola,
Mantronix,
Pylon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sam Rivers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dennis Brown,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eric B and Rakim,
Thee Headcoats,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pere Ubu,
The Cowsills,
10cc,
Slick Rick,
Kenny Larkin,
The Saints,
The Happenings,
Tomorrow,
Quantec,
Shoche,
The Count Five,
Smog,
Harmonia,
New York Dolls,
Metal Thangz,
Andrew Hill,
Silicon Teens,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Joey Negro,
Y Pants,
Max Romeo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Tremeloes,
Amon Düül,
The Slackers,
Basic Channel,
Ornette Coleman,
Barrington Levy,
Jandek,
Robert Hood,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sister Nancy,
Essential Logic,
Soft Cell,
Peter and Kerry,
Pussy Galore,
Chris & Cosey,
Mark Hollis,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Martian,
Todd Terry,
Fat Boys,
The Detroit Cobras,
Deakin,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.