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 Greece and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Jakarta.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the jazz 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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 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 güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Stiv Bators,
Pole,
Arab on Radar,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Black Bananas,
Supertramp,
Thee Headcoats,
Barbara Tucker,
Public Image Ltd.,
Quantec,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Litter,
Rufus Thomas,
The Blues Magoos,
Kaleidoscope,
Ludus,
R.M.O.,
Judy Mowatt,
Camberwell Now,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Underground Resistance,
Shuggie Otis,
Khruangbin,
June of 44,
Erasure,
Tomorrow,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Alison Limerick,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lalann,
AZ,
Moss Icon,
Fat Boys,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gang Green,
Eric Copeland,
Lou Reed,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Cure,
Ponytail,
Dorothy Ashby,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lower 48,
Fugazi,
Guru Guru,
Oblivians,
Eric Dolphy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Arthur Verocai,
Boz Scaggs,
Technova,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Moebius,
Bill Near,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sound Behaviour,
Slick Rick,
Wally Richardson,
Don Cherry,
Y Pants,
Brick,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.