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 Comoros and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Grey Daturas to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes 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 linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Bad Manners,
Scott Walker,
Loose Ends,
Reuben Wilson,
The Gladiators,
Amazonics,
The Monochrome Set,
Godley & Creme,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Birthday Party,
The Doobie Brothers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rhythm & Sound,
Soft Machine,
Buzzcocks,
The Remains,
The Motions,
X-101,
The Associates,
Roy Ayers,
Camberwell Now,
Suburban Knight,
Terrestrial Tones,
Aswad,
Sexual Harrassment,
Easy Going,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
AZ,
Reagan Youth,
Anakelly,
Shuggie Otis,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Soft Cell,
The Neon Judgement,
The Mummies,
E-Dancer,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Excepter,
Magma,
The Slackers,
Leonard Cohen,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Count Five,
Groovy Waters,
Minnie Riperton,
The Gories,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Tomorrow,
China Crisis,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bob Dylan,
Max Romeo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Doors,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Moleskins,
Rotary Connection,
Brass Construction,
Sixth Finger,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.