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 Libya and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe 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 güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Bob Dylan,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ultravox,
Thompson Twins,
E-Dancer,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Germs,
L. Decosne,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Brick,
Livin' Joy,
The Walker Brothers,
Godley & Creme,
Charles Mingus,
Gastr Del Sol,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rufus Thomas,
Qualms,
Subhumans,
Stetsasonic,
Japan,
The Smoke,
Roy Ayers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Delta 5,
Wings,
Mandrill,
These Immortal Souls,
The Young Rascals,
Chrome,
Soul Sonic Force,
John Foxx,
June of 44,
Morten Harket,
Oneida,
Animal Collective,
The Velvet Underground,
Tubeway Army,
Lungfish,
Davy DMX,
World's Most,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Frankie Knuckles,
Quantec,
David McCallum,
Sun Ra,
Malaria!,
Crash Course in Science,
MDC,
Eric B and Rakim,
Drexciya,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Gladiators,
Banda Bassotti,
D'Angelo,
The Grass Roots,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.