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 Turkey and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the 808 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 Terry Callier to the disco 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin 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 marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Robert Wyatt,
The Standells,
Cecil Taylor,
Blake Baxter,
Porter Ricks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Byron Stingily,
Roger Hodgson,
John Foxx,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ken Boothe,
Television Personalities,
Graham Central Station,
In Retrospect,
Soulsonic Force,
The Move,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sound Behaviour,
June of 44,
Delta 5,
David Bowie,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Durutti Column,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Excepter,
Public Enemy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Monolake,
Funkadelic,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Roxette,
Little Man,
Erasure,
Marine Girls,
The Fugs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Grass Roots,
Matthew Halsall,
Niagra,
Scan 7,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Man Parrish,
Anakelly,
The Knickerbockers,
Brass Construction,
The Barracudas,
Nick Fraelich,
the Soft Cell,
Stereo Dub,
Lower 48,
The Busters,
The Sisters of Mercy,
CMW,
Index,
Nation of Ulysses,
Smog,
Popol Vuh,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Tom Boy,
Eric Copeland,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Andrew Hill,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.