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 Azerbaijan and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Salvador.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Grauzone to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba 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 clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Black Dice,
Mandrill,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mantronix,
Juan Atkins,
Throbbing Gristle,
Suicide,
Television,
Matthew Halsall,
Fat Boys,
Sam Rivers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Panda Bear,
Dave Gahan,
The Slits,
Patti Smith,
David McCallum,
LL Cool J,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Easy Going,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jacob Miller,
Talk Talk,
Depeche Mode,
La Düsseldorf,
Crime,
Kevin Saunderson,
Accadde A,
Visage,
The Residents,
Gang Green,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Skarface,
Nas,
The Knickerbockers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Peter and Kerry,
10cc,
Big Daddy Kane,
Max Romeo,
The Associates,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Fall,
Harmonia,
Pere Ubu,
Toni Rubio,
The Young Rascals,
Black Flag,
Ultra Naté,
New Order,
Joensuu 1685,
Whodini,
The Smoke,
The Evens,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Bar-Kays,
D'Angelo,
Cecil Taylor,
The Tremeloes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.