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 Nauru and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the 808 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 Amon Düül to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba 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 spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Pylon,
Brand Nubian,
Lyres,
The Move,
a-ha,
John Holt,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Idris Muhammad,
Eden Ahbez,
Rod Modell,
The Seeds,
Outsiders,
Circle Jerks,
Spoonie Gee,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Normal,
Shoche,
Howard Jones,
Faraquet,
The Barracudas,
Iggy Pop,
Lou Christie,
Mr. Review,
Mission of Burma,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Black Dice,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Television,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Techniques,
Interpol,
Youth Brigade,
Robert Wyatt,
Minny Pops,
Lee Hazlewood,
Robert Görl,
Suburban Knight,
X-Ray Spex,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
MDC,
China Crisis,
Electric Prunes,
The Misunderstood,
Newcleus,
Rakim,
The Leaves,
Crime,
Arcadia,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Matthew Halsall,
Dennis Brown,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
KRS-One,
The Buckinghams,
World's Most,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Boogie Down Productions,
cv313,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.