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 Bahrain and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare 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 mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Accadde A,
Minnie Riperton,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Piero Umiliani,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Glenn Branca,
The Walker Brothers,
Essential Logic,
Pagans,
Lungfish,
Jeru the Damaja,
Slave,
Tears for Fears,
Avey Tare,
Das Ding,
John Lydon,
Radio Birdman,
Marvin Gaye,
the Slits,
the Fania All-Stars,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Remains,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Derrick May,
Bill Wells,
Todd Rundgren,
The Moody Blues,
Sun City Girls,
Funky Four + One,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Happenings,
The Fire Engines,
Maurizio,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gang of Four,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Half Japanese,
Lou Christie,
Frankie Knuckles,
The American Breed,
June of 44,
Alice Coltrane,
Motorama,
Terry Callier,
Fort Wilson Riot,
cv313,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Buzzcocks,
Jacob Miller,
Agitation Free,
Archie Shepp,
Michelle Simonal,
Eric B and Rakim,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Severed Heads,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.