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 St Lucia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe 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 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?
China Crisis,
D'Angelo,
Barbara Tucker,
Avey Tare,
The J.B.'s,
Lower 48,
Harpers Bizarre,
Camouflage,
Steve Hackett,
Thee Headcoats,
Ten City,
Flash Fearless,
Delta 5,
Gregory Isaacs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Terrestrial Tones,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Junior Murvin,
The Associates,
Lee Hazlewood,
E-Dancer,
Lalann,
The Techniques,
Warren Ellis,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jerry's Kids,
Marine Girls,
Groovy Waters,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Urselle,
Porter Ricks,
Aswad,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Von Mondo,
Sister Nancy,
Deadbeat,
Grey Daturas,
The Martian,
The Gladiators,
Nils Olav,
Blossom Toes,
Hashim,
Franke,
Crime,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Little Man,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cameo,
Derrick May,
The Fall,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bad Manners,
Technova,
Kas Product,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
T. Rex,
Country Teasers,
Slave,
Supertramp,
The Stooges,
Godley & Creme,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.