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 Poland and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 güiro 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 Anakelly to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord 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 snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Dave Clark Five,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Graham Central Station,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Human League,
Robert Wyatt,
Lou Christie,
X-102,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Pretty Things,
Bluetip,
Television,
Buzzcocks,
the Slits,
Al Stewart,
Sällskapet,
Rapeman,
Excepter,
Alton Ellis,
Thee Headcoats,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eurythmics,
Easy Going,
Kerri Chandler,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Radiohead,
Cybotron,
Bobby Womack,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Archie Shepp,
UT,
Agitation Free,
Lalo Schifrin,
Duran Duran,
The Doobie Brothers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lower 48,
The Wake,
Popol Vuh,
Wally Richardson,
Magma,
Boz Scaggs,
the Swans,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Donald Byrd,
Kevin Saunderson,
Marcia Griffiths,
Robert Hood,
The Mojo Men,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Symarip,
The Divine Comedy,
Urselle,
Rekid,
Michelle Simonal,
Glenn Branca,
Monolake,
Pere Ubu,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.