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 Kiribati and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Sällskapet to the disco 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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro 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 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
PIL,
Lindisfarne,
Gregory Isaacs,
Derrick May,
Joyce Sims,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kurtis Blow,
David Axelrod,
Nik Kershaw,
Masters at Work,
Supertramp,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Blackbyrds,
Magma,
The Martian,
Davy DMX,
Lucky Dragons,
Bobby Sherman,
Pylon,
Kevin Saunderson,
Guru Guru,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Television Personalities,
Lou Christie,
Nirvana,
Skriet,
Angry Samoans,
Alice Coltrane,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Clear Light,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Seeds,
Pantaleimon,
Dual Sessions,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Josef K,
Dark Day,
Audionom,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Max Romeo,
Bang On A Can,
Massinfluence,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mantronix,
Crispy Ambulance,
X-101,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Residents,
L. Decosne,
Magazine,
Swell Maps,
Banda Bassotti,
Outsiders,
Toni Rubio,
The Slackers,
Eden Ahbez,
Lakeside,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Von Mondo,
Ice-T,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.