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 Tanzania and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Peter and Kerry to the techno 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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar 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 arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Gong,
Eli Mardock,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Count Five,
Moebius,
Radiohead,
Basic Channel,
Alice Coltrane,
Sun City Girls,
Infiniti,
Dave Gahan,
Bluetip,
Cecil Taylor,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
H. Thieme,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Index,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Saints,
Zero Boys,
Model 500,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Residents,
Danielle Patucci,
The Pop Group,
Toni Rubio,
Mark Hollis,
Joe Smooth,
Derrick Morgan,
Second Layer,
Zapp,
Robert Wyatt,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Livin' Joy,
Erasure,
UT,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Outsiders,
Tim Buckley,
Faust,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mad Mike,
Sarah Menescal,
Sällskapet,
Suicide,
Mo-Dettes,
New Age Steppers,
Prince Buster,
Dark Day,
Johnny Osbourne,
Black Moon,
Tubeway Army,
The Five Americans,
L. Decosne,
U.S. Maple,
Joey Negro,
Chris & Cosey,
Cheater Slicks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Harry Pussy,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.