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 Tuvalu and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Darondo to the grunge 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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman 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 guitar and a snare 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 clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Zapp,
Franke,
Glambeats Corp.,
Maleditus Sound,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Wolf Eyes,
Model 500,
The Standells,
Marshall Jefferson,
Alison Limerick,
Aswad,
Bill Wells,
Desert Stars,
Deepchord,
China Crisis,
Symarip,
Yusef Lateef,
Gang of Four,
Jacques Brel,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sam Rivers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Hasil Adkins,
Scott Walker,
Oneida,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sister Nancy,
Letta Mbulu,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Robert Hood,
Quantec,
Jeru the Damaja,
Al Stewart,
The Electric Prunes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Wings,
DNA,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jeff Mills,
Khruangbin,
Tears for Fears,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Shoche,
Kaleidoscope,
The Barracudas,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sun Ra,
Electric Prunes,
Juan Atkins,
Lakeside,
The Young Rascals,
Connie Case,
Trumans Water,
Pharoah Sanders,
Con Funk Shun,
Guru Guru,
Sex Pistols,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.