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 Kyrgyzstan and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro 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 spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Von Mondo,
Crispy Ambulance,
Patti Smith,
Janne Schatter,
Young Marble Giants,
The Pop Group,
Brand Nubian,
Harry Pussy,
Flipper,
Moss Icon,
John Cale,
Thompson Twins,
Q and Not U,
Pantaleimon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Marmalade,
Anthony Braxton,
The Barracudas,
Fear,
Anakelly,
Jeff Lynne,
Donny Hathaway,
Animal Collective,
Kurtis Blow,
Scratch Acid,
Wasted Youth,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Vladislav Delay,
Nick Fraelich,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Soft Machine,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Electric Prunes,
Television Personalities,
Glenn Branca,
Scrapy,
Negative Approach,
Lower 48,
Mad Mike,
Deakin,
Danielle Patucci,
Reagan Youth,
The Cowsills,
Ralphi Rosario,
Letta Mbulu,
Adolescents,
Peter and Kerry,
Barclay James Harvest,
Arthur Verocai,
Silicon Teens,
The American Breed,
Groovy Waters,
Gabor Szabo,
Bizarre Inc.,
Slave,
Sexual Harrassment,
In Retrospect,
Gang Green,
Jimmy McGriff,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.