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 Nigeria and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the 808 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 Jeru the Damaja to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 spring reverb and a 808 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 mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Mars,
Flipper,
Basic Channel,
Motorama,
Hoover,
Smog,
Fear,
Intrusion,
Spoonie Gee,
Nas,
Loose Ends,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Heaven 17,
The Toasters,
Yusef Lateef,
Ten City,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
JFA,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mantronix,
Outsiders,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Avey Tare,
Flamin' Groovies,
Boz Scaggs,
The J.B.'s,
Procol Harum,
8 Eyed Spy,
Shuggie Otis,
Zapp,
Moss Icon,
Black Sheep,
The Invisible,
Judy Mowatt,
Delon & Dalcan,
Peter and Kerry,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Last Poets,
Lucky Dragons,
Monks,
The New Christs,
The Mojo Men,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Cluster,
Junior Murvin,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
kango's stein massive,
The Trojans,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gerry Rafferty,
MDC,
John Foxx,
MC5,
Au Pairs,
Charles Mingus,
The Dirtbombs,
Deepchord,
U.S. Maple,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Delta 5,
Jandek,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.