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 Gabon and from Sao Paulo.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Pantaleimon to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin 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 marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Patti Smith,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Soft Cell,
Quando Quango,
Trumans Water,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Anakelly,
Suburban Knight,
Chris & Cosey,
Kayak,
H. Thieme,
Deakin,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fugazi,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Minny Pops,
Make Up,
L. Decosne,
The Residents,
Newcleus,
Joe Finger,
Brand Nubian,
Joyce Sims,
Black Sheep,
The Fall,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Busters,
Wolf Eyes,
Bush Tetras,
the Fania All-Stars,
Terrestrial Tones,
X-Ray Spex,
Pagans,
Dark Day,
Crash Course in Science,
The Alarm Clocks,
Spandau Ballet,
Roxy Music,
Andrew Hill,
Niagra,
Bad Manners,
Prince Buster,
Duran Duran,
Organ,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jimmy McGriff,
Wally Richardson,
Nik Kershaw,
T. Rex,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Cure,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Litter,
Marine Girls,
Bizarre Inc.,
Nas,
Sun City Girls,
Hashim,
KRS-One,
John Foxx,
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.