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 Mexico and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mumbai.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Scan 7 to the disco 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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ 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 sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
Bang On A Can,
Joyce Sims,
New York Dolls,
The Leaves,
Frankie Knuckles,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jawbox,
Johnny Osbourne,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Aural Exciters,
Warren Ellis,
Altered Images,
Siglo XX,
MC5,
Japan,
The Dead C,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Walker Brothers,
John Coltrane,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The J.B.'s,
Fatback Band,
The Kinks,
Leonard Cohen,
Minutemen,
Goldenarms,
Derrick May,
E-Dancer,
The Mummies,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Von Mondo,
The Durutti Column,
Ken Boothe,
The United States of America,
D'Angelo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Alton Ellis,
10cc,
Silicon Teens,
Terry Callier,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Hashim,
Essential Logic,
Chrome,
Godley & Creme,
Babytalk,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Underground Resistance,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ituana,
Henry Cow,
Brass Construction,
La Düsseldorf,
Quando Quango,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.