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 Armenia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Delhi.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lower 48 to the grunge 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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet 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 arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
David Axelrod,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Evens,
Sun City Girls,
Thompson Twins,
Moby Grape,
Gerry Rafferty,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fluxion,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Duran Duran,
Black Flag,
Joe Finger,
Massinfluence,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ten City,
a-ha,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Remains,
T. Rex,
The Young Rascals,
Boz Scaggs,
Rites of Spring,
Eden Ahbez,
Deepchord,
Steve Hackett,
Guru Guru,
Simply Red,
AZ,
LL Cool J,
Fat Boys,
Cheater Slicks,
Archie Shepp,
Ultimate Spinach,
Cameo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rotary Connection,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Standells,
Roy Ayers,
Terry Callier,
Glenn Branca,
The Saints,
Junior Murvin,
MC5,
The Zeros,
Soul II Soul,
Eric Dolphy,
Angry Samoans,
The Star Department,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pagans,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Quando Quango,
The Gories,
Yellowson,
Freddie Wadling,
the Swans,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Harmonia,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.