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 Kiribati and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 Sao Paulo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar 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 theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
EPMD,
Scan 7,
The Walker Brothers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sonic Youth,
Can,
Fela Kuti,
Sixth Finger,
Pussy Galore,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Smoke,
Dennis Brown,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Technova,
The Invisible,
Andrew Hill,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Anthony Braxton,
Sight & Sound,
Howard Jones,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Make Up,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Monochrome Set,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Connie Case,
Moebius,
Jandek,
Sun Ra,
Big Daddy Kane,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lightning Bolt,
Kaleidoscope,
Bauhaus,
Henry Cow,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Warsaw,
Mr. Review,
The American Breed,
Rod Modell,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Tres Demented,
Matthew Halsall,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Litter,
Ultravox,
Marcia Griffiths,
Tom Boy,
Gang of Four,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Vladislav Delay,
Grey Daturas,
Skarface,
Fad Gadget,
Jerry Gold Smith,
A Certain Ratio,
Judy Mowatt,
Brick,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.