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 Uruguay and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Manila.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Intrusion to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
The Count Five,
Arthur Verocai,
Unwound,
Aaron Thompson,
Circle Jerks,
AZ,
Barclay James Harvest,
Easy Going,
Essential Logic,
Dave Gahan,
Carl Craig,
Malaria!,
Erykah Badu,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Brass Construction,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Danielle Patucci,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Stooges,
Lungfish,
John Coltrane,
Infiniti,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sun City Girls,
The Smiths,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Cowsills,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Soft Cell,
Dead Boys,
Skaos,
Heaven 17,
Gabor Szabo,
Mark Hollis,
The Gun Club,
Glenn Branca,
Slick Rick,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Fire Engines,
Black Flag,
Archie Shepp,
Ituana,
The Black Dice,
Au Pairs,
D'Angelo,
The Knickerbockers,
Severed Heads,
The Divine Comedy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Drive Like Jehu,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ronan,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eli Mardock,
Newcleus,
Joey Negro,
Flipper,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lebanon Hanover,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Siglo XX,
Eric B and Rakim,
Loose Ends,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.