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 Cape Verde and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Terrestrial Tones to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an organ and a spring reverb 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 rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
Yaz,
Monks,
Don Cherry,
Cameo,
Lyres,
Ten City,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cal Tjader,
Steve Hackett,
Severed Heads,
The Modern Lovers,
The Offenders,
Mary Jane Girls,
Davy DMX,
Chris Corsano,
FM Einheit,
MC5,
Erasure,
Cybotron,
Rites of Spring,
The Sonics,
Heaven 17,
Robert Hood,
Barry Ungar,
Radio Birdman,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Panda Bear,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Carl Craig,
The Stooges,
Tim Buckley,
The Standells,
Camberwell Now,
The Dirtbombs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Angels of Light,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Susan Cadogan,
Fear,
Bill Near,
These Immortal Souls,
The Remains,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Visage,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Barracudas,
Average White Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Dawn Penn,
Rod Modell,
The Neon Judgement,
Swans,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lower 48,
Brass Construction,
Dennis Brown,
Gong,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.