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 Algeria and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Toronto.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Guru Guru to the grime 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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe 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 harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Wally Richardson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gil Scott Heron,
Terry Callier,
the Association,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Fuzztones,
Anakelly,
Jacob Miller,
Barclay James Harvest,
Marvin Gaye,
Magma,
Sällskapet,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Circle Jerks,
JFA,
Hashim,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Music Machine,
Amon Düül II,
Warsaw,
The Slits,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Babytalk,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The United States of America,
Whodini,
The Fugs,
Eric Dolphy,
Television Personalities,
Dark Day,
Stiv Bators,
The Barracudas,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Walker Brothers,
The Red Krayola,
Idris Muhammad,
The Human League,
Frankie Knuckles,
Janne Schatter,
Desert Stars,
Nick Fraelich,
Unrelated Segments,
Magazine,
Loose Ends,
Johnny Clarke,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Wings,
The Grass Roots,
The Sound,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jacques Brel,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Offenders,
B.T. Express,
Joey Negro,
Ronnie Foster,
Letta Mbulu,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.