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 Algeria and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 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 Unwound to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin 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 snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Dual Sessions,
Brick,
Delta 5,
Tim Buckley,
Country Teasers,
Shoche,
Thee Headcoats,
Panda Bear,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kurtis Blow,
This Heat,
Joy Division,
Buzzcocks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Fortunes,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ludus,
DJ Sneak,
Eric Dolphy,
The Gladiators,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mary Jane Girls,
Khruangbin,
Arthur Verocai,
Skaos,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fad Gadget,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
a-ha,
Lalann,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Leonard Cohen,
Swell Maps,
Cheater Slicks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lou Reed,
DNA,
Lyres,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fifty Foot Hose,
10cc,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Normal,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Television Personalities,
The Gun Club,
The Smiths,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Monolake,
Junior Murvin,
Can,
Todd Terry,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Graham Central Station,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.