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 Chad and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Chris Corsano to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet 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 snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Blancmange,
Flamin' Groovies,
Schoolly D,
Dead Boys,
Hardrive,
UT,
Albert Ayler,
Minutemen,
The J.B.'s,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sun Ra,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Aural Exciters,
Chris & Cosey,
Q65,
Max Romeo,
Fat Boys,
Wally Richardson,
Little Man,
Delta 5,
Girls At Our Best!,
a-ha,
Lower 48,
Second Layer,
Black Flag,
Michelle Simonal,
John Foxx,
Country Teasers,
Mr. Review,
Lakeside,
Fad Gadget,
Eden Ahbez,
Niagra,
Juan Atkins,
Motorama,
The Gladiators,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pulsallama,
Sun City Girls,
Kurtis Blow,
Public Image Ltd.,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bootsy Collins,
Excepter,
Marc Almond,
Metal Thangz,
ABC,
Chris Corsano,
Average White Band,
Junior Murvin,
Whodini,
The Flesh Eaters,
Flipper,
Deadbeat,
The Standells,
Davy DMX,
Thompson Twins,
The Associates,
Boz Scaggs,
Glenn Branca,
Gabor Szabo,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.