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 Sierra Leone and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 clarinet 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 Pole to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro 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 harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Hashim,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Byron Stingily,
Jeru the Damaja,
Barbara Tucker,
Josef K,
Urselle,
Scientists,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Motions,
Youth Brigade,
Television Personalities,
Sandy B,
James White and The Blacks,
The Raincoats,
Circle Jerks,
Amon Düül,
Donny Hathaway,
Rufus Thomas,
Los Fastidios,
Rotary Connection,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Residents,
The Fortunes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eric B and Rakim,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sugar Minott,
Jacques Brel,
Piero Umiliani,
Sex Pistols,
DJ Sneak,
Infiniti,
Unrelated Segments,
Kas Product,
Marine Girls,
The Doors,
Animal Collective,
Jandek,
Fat Boys,
Surgeon,
H. Thieme,
Shuggie Otis,
Stereo Dub,
Danielle Patucci,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Moebius,
Crooked Eye,
Sexual Harrassment,
John Lydon,
The Fire Engines,
The Busters,
Dual Sessions,
Warsaw,
Crispy Ambulance,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Names,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.