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 St Lucia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Monks to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes 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 harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
The Zeros,
Don Cherry,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Khruangbin,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
48th St. Collective,
Silicon Teens,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Fortunes,
EPMD,
Skaos,
Ornette Coleman,
Supertramp,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Unwound,
DNA,
Half Japanese,
World's Most,
John Coltrane,
Shuggie Otis,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Last Poets,
Outsiders,
Neil Young,
Patti Smith,
The Index,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pantaleimon,
Das Ding,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Basic Channel,
Kaleidoscope,
Pharoah Sanders,
La Düsseldorf,
Swell Maps,
Yellowson,
The Doobie Brothers,
Tom Boy,
Donny Hathaway,
Roger Hodgson,
Severed Heads,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lebanon Hanover,
Thee Headcoats,
Spoonie Gee,
MC5,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fugazi,
The Slits,
The Doors,
Bootsy Collins,
Eric Copeland,
Cameo,
One Last Wish,
The Birthday Party,
China Crisis,
Skriet,
The Techniques,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.