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 Kuwait and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin 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 oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
Idris Muhammad,
Depeche Mode,
The Human League,
The Move,
CMW,
Don Cherry,
Sandy B,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Crime,
Yellowson,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Buckinghams,
Glenn Branca,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Unwound,
The Searchers,
Pantytec,
Scratch Acid,
Shoche,
The Sonics,
Yusef Lateef,
Essential Logic,
Maleditus Sound,
Patti Smith,
UT,
Easy Going,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rakim,
These Immortal Souls,
Mo-Dettes,
Anakelly,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Gladiators,
Joensuu 1685,
Babytalk,
The Last Poets,
Jawbox,
Sun Ra,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Stereo Dub,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Alton Ellis,
Panda Bear,
Iggy Pop,
Moebius,
Lou Christie,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kurtis Blow,
One Last Wish,
Loose Ends,
The Young Rascals,
Johnny Osbourne,
Roger Hodgson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Man Parrish,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ohio Players,
Japan,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.