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 Maldives and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Flipper to the electroclash 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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispian St. Peters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Joe Finger,
Franke,
Dorothy Ashby,
Black Sheep,
Ludus,
Khruangbin,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Saccharine Trust,
The Litter,
Man Parrish,
Liliput,
X-101,
Babytalk,
Circle Jerks,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Residents,
Arab on Radar,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Metal Thangz,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Cowsills,
Harmonia,
Warren Ellis,
Bill Near,
The Slits,
Iggy Pop,
Make Up,
The Trojans,
Roger Hodgson,
Judy Mowatt,
Harry Pussy,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Blues Magoos,
Rhythm & Sound,
JFA,
Ornette Coleman,
Kenny Larkin,
The Martian,
Laurel Aitken,
Funky Four + One,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Stooges,
The Gun Club,
Royal Trux,
The Techniques,
Mark Hollis,
Procol Harum,
Cymande,
Vainqueur,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Five Americans,
Peter & Gordon,
John Foxx,
the Soft Cell,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
X-102,
The Moody Blues,
Zero Boys,
Thee Headcoats,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Nas,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.