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 Uganda and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Grey Daturas to the jazz 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 The Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer 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 marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Sparks,
Loose Ends,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Fuzztones,
The Electric Prunes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kaleidoscope,
Warsaw,
Eric B and Rakim,
Aaron Thompson,
Lou Reed,
Banda Bassotti,
a-ha,
Radio Birdman,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Litter,
Gregory Isaacs,
Hasil Adkins,
the Normal,
Sex Pistols,
Fear,
The Star Department,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mark Hollis,
Kayak,
Con Funk Shun,
Mad Mike,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jacob Miller,
The Associates,
One Last Wish,
Charles Mingus,
Minnie Riperton,
The Cure,
Pere Ubu,
Roger Hodgson,
Neu!,
Matthew Bourne,
Darondo,
Eli Mardock,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
MDC,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Archie Shepp,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Moleskins,
Sun Ra,
Sound Behaviour,
Liliput,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
F. McDonald,
Bauhaus,
the Soft Cell,
Derrick May,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.