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 Belgium and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the guitar 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 Minutemen to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro 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 synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Gap Band,
Au Pairs,
The Mummies,
Morten Harket,
New Age Steppers,
the Bar-Kays,
Cecil Taylor,
Lalann,
Minnie Riperton,
The Birthday Party,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Echospace,
Johnny Osbourne,
DJ Style,
Subhumans,
F. McDonald,
Alice Coltrane,
Laurel Aitken,
kango's stein massive,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Monochrome Set,
The Durutti Column,
The Cowsills,
Outsiders,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bobby Womack,
the Swans,
The Moleskins,
Funkadelic,
Lucky Dragons,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bobby Sherman,
Alphaville,
Gang of Four,
The Invisible,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Fania All-Stars,
Michelle Simonal,
This Heat,
Joe Finger,
Black Flag,
The American Breed,
Wally Richardson,
Hoover,
Todd Rundgren,
Make Up,
Dennis Brown,
Marc Almond,
Grauzone,
Marmalade,
Livin' Joy,
Camberwell Now,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ice-T,
Ronan,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.