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 Mauritius and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Cairo.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Procol Harum to the rap 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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe 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 oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Letta Mbulu,
Banda Bassotti,
Oblivians,
Glenn Branca,
Kas Product,
Goldenarms,
Bauhaus,
Danielle Patucci,
Peter & Gordon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Hasil Adkins,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
John Foxx,
Sugar Minott,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Wake,
Soulsonic Force,
The Gladiators,
Big Daddy Kane,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Association,
Ken Boothe,
Black Pus,
Lindisfarne,
Jacob Miller,
Dennis Brown,
The Standells,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pet Shop Boys,
Black Bananas,
8 Eyed Spy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Spandau Ballet,
X-Ray Spex,
a-ha,
James Chance & The Contortions,
June of 44,
Joe Smooth,
Hot Snakes,
Terrestrial Tones,
Reuben Wilson,
Man Parrish,
Sonny Sharrock,
Soul Sonic Force,
A Certain Ratio,
Kerri Chandler,
The Electric Prunes,
Das Ding,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rapeman,
Stetsasonic,
48th St. Collective,
Marine Girls,
Neil Young,
Von Mondo,
Amazonics,
Blancmange,
Rakim,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.