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 Romania and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Eden Ahbez to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 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 sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Funkadelic,
Slick Rick,
Kerri Chandler,
LL Cool J,
Bob Dylan,
Crooked Eye,
Parry Music,
Surgeon,
Eli Mardock,
Suburban Knight,
Liliput,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Barbara Tucker,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pagans,
Ronnie Foster,
Lightning Bolt,
Alice Coltrane,
Vladislav Delay,
The Modern Lovers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Massinfluence,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Amon Düül,
Barry Ungar,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Skriet,
Sällskapet,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lungfish,
Frankie Knuckles,
Anthony Braxton,
Bizarre Inc.,
Yazoo,
New York Dolls,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
La Düsseldorf,
Eddi Front,
Das Ding,
Aural Exciters,
The Offenders,
Mo-Dettes,
The Electric Prunes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fluxion,
Amon Düül II,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Erasure,
Radiopuhelimet,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Oblivians,
Circle Jerks,
Wire,
Flipper,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ultra Naté,
Audionom,
The Slits,
Cybotron,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.