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 Lesotho and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the guitar 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the electroclash 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 The Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron 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 clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Marcia Griffiths,
Schoolly D,
Darondo,
Sister Nancy,
Nico,
Crime,
Ronan,
Black Pus,
Country Teasers,
Dark Day,
Audionom,
The Birthday Party,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Reuben Wilson,
The New Christs,
K-Klass,
Vainqueur,
Dorothy Ashby,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lower 48,
The Stooges,
Cameo,
Mandrill,
Minor Threat,
The Human League,
Grey Daturas,
The Red Krayola,
Andrew Hill,
The Invisible,
Pantytec,
Flipper,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Young Rascals,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Susan Cadogan,
The Slits,
The Tremeloes,
The Music Machine,
Kevin Saunderson,
New Order,
The Mummies,
Max Romeo,
Soft Machine,
Barry Ungar,
the Human League,
Easy Going,
Camberwell Now,
DJ Style,
Duran Duran,
Half Japanese,
Big Daddy Kane,
Model 500,
The Residents,
The Offenders,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Funky Four + One,
Donald Byrd,
Vladislav Delay,
Moebius,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.