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 Kiribati and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Pretty Things to the dance 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 The Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a rhodes 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 arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
The Motions,
Althea and Donna,
Scrapy,
Funkadelic,
One Last Wish,
Guru Guru,
Jeff Lynne,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Anthony Braxton,
John Foxx,
The Raincoats,
Minor Threat,
Depeche Mode,
The Mummies,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Vladislav Delay,
Davy DMX,
Reagan Youth,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rufus Thomas,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Aaron Thompson,
The Gun Club,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bauhaus,
Black Pus,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Gang Starr,
Das Ding,
D'Angelo,
Camberwell Now,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Busters,
Marc Almond,
Ultra Naté,
Neil Young,
Grauzone,
The Seeds,
B.T. Express,
Scientists,
Jeff Mills,
Kerri Chandler,
Roger Hodgson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Brick,
Mandrill,
Leonard Cohen,
Barry Ungar,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Associates,
Sugar Minott,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Con Funk Shun,
Hot Snakes,
Soft Cell,
Monks,
The Knickerbockers,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.