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 Brunei and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin 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 spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Alison Limerick,
Dual Sessions,
La Düsseldorf,
Cluster,
Mary Jane Girls,
Loose Ends,
Pierre Henry,
Boz Scaggs,
the Sonics,
Piero Umiliani,
the Bar-Kays,
Lyres,
Darondo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Country Teasers,
Graham Central Station,
Young Marble Giants,
Brick,
Yellowson,
Mad Mike,
Robert Hood,
The Fortunes,
Faust,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gichy Dan,
Khruangbin,
The Skatalites,
Little Man,
Model 500,
Fear,
Boredoms,
Pagans,
Jerry's Kids,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Sound,
Letta Mbulu,
Roy Ayers,
Bluetip,
Bizarre Inc.,
Tom Boy,
The Fall,
The Standells,
The Birthday Party,
Aswad,
Magma,
Josef K,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Clear Light,
The Detroit Cobras,
Arthur Verocai,
JFA,
John Cale,
Charles Mingus,
Lalo Schifrin,
Livin' Joy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Make Up,
Arab on Radar,
Girls At Our Best!,
Johnny Clarke,
The Smoke,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.