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 Kazakhstan and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Maleditus Sound to the jazz 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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe 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 linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Organ,
Tres Demented,
Bobby Byrd,
Jacob Miller,
Saccharine Trust,
8 Eyed Spy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Grauzone,
The Saints,
Swell Maps,
kango's stein massive,
Fear,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kurtis Blow,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Iggy Pop,
The Cure,
Bluetip,
the Human League,
Bronski Beat,
Camouflage,
Joey Negro,
Ultravox,
Q and Not U,
Crooked Eye,
Mo-Dettes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gabor Szabo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The American Breed,
Parry Music,
Wasted Youth,
Marine Girls,
Juan Atkins,
Brothers Johnson,
Clear Light,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Soft Machine,
Marcia Griffiths,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
K-Klass,
Unwound,
The Velvet Underground,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lalo Schifrin,
Young Marble Giants,
These Immortal Souls,
Black Sheep,
Throbbing Gristle,
Radiohead,
Robert Hood,
Oneida,
The Evens,
Flipper,
Ludus,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.