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 Cameroon and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb 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 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
the Soft Cell,
The Modern Lovers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Cheater Slicks,
Josef K,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pharoah Sanders,
Depeche Mode,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Throbbing Gristle,
Newcleus,
June Days,
Theoretical Girls,
Archie Shepp,
Alton Ellis,
Section 25,
Faust,
Funky Four + One,
Fugazi,
D'Angelo,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lou Reed,
Sight & Sound,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Pop Group,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Crooked Eye,
Boredoms,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Durutti Column,
Zero Boys,
Second Layer,
Whodini,
Brothers Johnson,
Pylon,
Jacob Miller,
Audionom,
The Litter,
Angry Samoans,
Black Bananas,
In Retrospect,
Judy Mowatt,
The Cramps,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Residents,
Michelle Simonal,
Harry Pussy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Colin Newman,
The Move,
The Human League,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Neil Young,
Kurtis Blow,
The Smiths,
Minutemen,
Echospace,
Tubeway Army,
Eric Copeland,
The Associates,
Todd Rundgren,
Pulsallama,
Silicon Teens,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.