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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Divine Comedy to the grunge 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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 snare and an arpeggiator 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 oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Toni Rubio,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Davy DMX,
Robert Görl,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Scott Walker,
Bush Tetras,
the Germs,
Aloha Tigers,
Brand Nubian,
New Age Steppers,
LL Cool J,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Au Pairs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
David Bowie,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bob Dylan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pylon,
Gong,
Pulsallama,
The Happenings,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Moby Grape,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ossler,
Jeff Lynne,
The Stooges,
Skaos,
Rotary Connection,
The Sound,
Alison Limerick,
Sex Pistols,
Oneida,
The Music Machine,
Arcadia,
This Heat,
Aaron Thompson,
Eric Dolphy,
The Toasters,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Fuzztones,
ABBA,
Quando Quango,
The Dead C,
Tomorrow,
Pagans,
Slick Rick,
Jacob Miller,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Graham Central Station,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Girls At Our Best!,
Can,
Skarface,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Crispy Ambulance,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.