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 Spain and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Spoonie Gee to the rap 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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Gang Starr,
Lindisfarne,
Boredoms,
Symarip,
Donny Hathaway,
Skarface,
Y Pants,
Alison Limerick,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Circle Jerks,
Make Up,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Busters,
Max Romeo,
Procol Harum,
The Cowsills,
Alice Coltrane,
Alphaville,
T. Rex,
Faraquet,
Big Daddy Kane,
Davy DMX,
Bootsy Collins,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Tubeway Army,
The Modern Lovers,
Grauzone,
The Slits,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Offenders,
The Dead C,
Pole,
Lalo Schifrin,
Q and Not U,
The Five Americans,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
48th St. Collective,
Althea and Donna,
Jawbox,
The Saints,
Blake Baxter,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Nirvana,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The New Christs,
Sun Ra,
The Happenings,
The Invisible,
Morten Harket,
Supertramp,
The Searchers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Doobie Brothers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Deadbeat,
Sun City Girls,
Zero Boys,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.