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 Mongolia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Jacob Miller to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum 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 guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Eddi Front,
Barry Ungar,
Sarah Menescal,
the Normal,
One Last Wish,
Masters at Work,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bootsy Collins,
R.M.O.,
Erykah Badu,
Bluetip,
Massinfluence,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Marvin Gaye,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Names,
Godley & Creme,
The Beau Brummels,
Joyce Sims,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Divine Comedy,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Gun Club,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Joey Negro,
Andrew Hill,
MC5,
Cheater Slicks,
The Pop Group,
Kas Product,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bobby Womack,
Ultra Naté,
Tom Boy,
June Days,
Young Marble Giants,
Jandek,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mandrill,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Marshall Jefferson,
Little Man,
Outsiders,
Byron Stingily,
Lee Hazlewood,
Half Japanese,
Porter Ricks,
UT,
Rosa Yemen,
Pole,
Jacob Miller,
Harmonia,
Pulsallama,
Soft Machine,
Rotary Connection,
The Pretty Things,
Ronnie Foster,
Loose Ends,
Kayak,
Shoche,
Traffic Nightmare,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.