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 Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Bremen.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 The Index to the crunk 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator 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 harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
The Barracudas,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Grandmaster Flash,
MC5,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rhythm & Sound,
Urselle,
Chrome,
Leonard Cohen,
The Gories,
Harmonia,
June Days,
Wolf Eyes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Guru Guru,
The American Breed,
Spandau Ballet,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Vladislav Delay,
Mars,
The Grass Roots,
Jeff Mills,
Boz Scaggs,
Laurel Aitken,
The Cure,
Josef K,
Sun City Girls,
Rosa Yemen,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Tremeloes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
John Foxx,
Althea and Donna,
Agent Orange,
The Zeros,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Wake,
Mantronix,
Oneida,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Con Funk Shun,
Black Pus,
Fela Kuti,
Jawbox,
Bizarre Inc.,
Brothers Johnson,
PIL,
EPMD,
Tommy Roe,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Procol Harum,
Unwound,
The Sonics,
Alison Limerick,
Parry Music,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Marine Girls,
Eric Dolphy,
Aswad,
Mr. Review,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Black Moon,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.