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 San Marino and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Crispy Ambulance to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro 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 sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
OOIOO,
the Sonics,
Pantaleimon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kaleidoscope,
Lightning Bolt,
Outsiders,
Warsaw,
Aaron Thompson,
The Martian,
Bob Dylan,
E-Dancer,
Electric Prunes,
Minor Threat,
Bronski Beat,
Brothers Johnson,
Slave,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ponytail,
FM Einheit,
Roger Hodgson,
Barry Ungar,
Flash Fearless,
Ornette Coleman,
The Angels of Light,
John Holt,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Moss Icon,
Robert Hood,
The Count Five,
Nas,
Mad Mike,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ludus,
Jawbox,
JFA,
Joyce Sims,
Boz Scaggs,
Zero Boys,
The American Breed,
Fat Boys,
Scrapy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fugazi,
The Pretty Things,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kurtis Blow,
Barbara Tucker,
The Motions,
Dennis Brown,
Spoonie Gee,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Sound,
Mo-Dettes,
Roxy Music,
Schoolly D,
Cheater Slicks,
Masters at Work,
Pussy Galore,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.