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 Guatemala and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Mojo Men to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ 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 chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Sound Behaviour,
World's Most,
Easy Going,
Ice-T,
Urselle,
Spoonie Gee,
Schoolly D,
The Wake,
Bootsy Collins,
Grauzone,
The Blackbyrds,
Television Personalities,
Electric Prunes,
MC5,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Traffic Nightmare,
Absolute Body Control,
Robert Görl,
KRS-One,
The Selecter,
Metal Thangz,
Quando Quango,
Matthew Halsall,
Loose Ends,
Suburban Knight,
Crash Course in Science,
Jimmy McGriff,
Wire,
Ituana,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Happenings,
David Bowie,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Shadows of Knight,
Warren Ellis,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Los Fastidios,
The Barracudas,
The Fortunes,
Bobby Womack,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Brick,
T. Rex,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Brand Nubian,
Audionom,
Ultravox,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pierre Henry,
Public Image Ltd.,
Arcadia,
the Bar-Kays,
Excepter,
48th St. Collective,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kerrie Biddell,
Marshall Jefferson,
Underground Resistance,
Lakeside,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.