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 Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Popol Vuh to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 808 and a synthesizer 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 an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Vainqueur,
Ornette Coleman,
Arthur Verocai,
Index,
The Cramps,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gong,
The Wake,
Young Marble Giants,
Todd Terry,
Main Source,
Television,
Drexciya,
Amon Düül II,
Jesper Dahlback,
CMW,
the Association,
The Buckinghams,
Soft Machine,
Ludus,
Rod Modell,
The Monochrome Set,
Sun Ra,
ABC,
Gichy Dan,
Technova,
The Electric Prunes,
the Slits,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bootsy Collins,
Warren Ellis,
Tropical Tobacco,
Mr. Review,
Lindisfarne,
Rekid,
Dennis Brown,
Janne Schatter,
The Modern Lovers,
The Blues Magoos,
Carl Craig,
Newcleus,
The Shadows of Knight,
Excepter,
Junior Murvin,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Swell Maps,
Siglo XX,
Gastr Del Sol,
Chris & Cosey,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Joe Finger,
June Days,
The Kinks,
Scrapy,
Aloha Tigers,
Hardrive,
Country Teasers,
The Offenders,
Sex Pistols,
Davy DMX,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.