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 Tonga and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the rock 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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 spring reverb and a linndrum 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 chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
Crispy Ambulance,
Harmonia,
Guru Guru,
48th St. Collective,
James White and The Blacks,
Janne Schatter,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fela Kuti,
The United States of America,
Amon Düül II,
Mandrill,
Godley & Creme,
ABBA,
Lower 48,
The Toasters,
The Busters,
Ten City,
The Kinks,
Swans,
Pet Shop Boys,
Scratch Acid,
Todd Terry,
Radio Birdman,
Black Bananas,
Bad Manners,
Blossom Toes,
Ossler,
Brand Nubian,
Ludus,
Country Teasers,
Trumans Water,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Music Machine,
Black Pus,
The Gories,
Kerri Chandler,
Can,
Vladislav Delay,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Excepter,
Jimmy McGriff,
Boz Scaggs,
Monks,
Thee Headcoats,
Nils Olav,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Fall,
Chris & Cosey,
Joe Finger,
Iggy Pop,
Ultimate Spinach,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Organ,
Amon Düül,
Stetsasonic,
Ronnie Foster,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
China Crisis,
Minnie Riperton,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.