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 Kazakhstan and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 marimba 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 Neu! to the crunk 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 Slackers. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar 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 rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Surgeon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Victims,
Harry Pussy,
UT,
ABC,
Gang Gang Dance,
Brick,
Grandmaster Flash,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Loose Ends,
Oneida,
Flash Fearless,
Cymande,
Nils Olav,
the Sonics,
Bill Near,
Amon Düül,
Glambeats Corp.,
Glenn Branca,
Marine Girls,
Camouflage,
Motorama,
Simply Red,
Lebanon Hanover,
Whodini,
Tim Buckley,
A Certain Ratio,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fluxion,
Chris Corsano,
Ultra Naté,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kevin Saunderson,
Minny Pops,
Throbbing Gristle,
Average White Band,
Fugazi,
Ossler,
Tropical Tobacco,
Quadrant,
Scan 7,
Duran Duran,
Dawn Penn,
Nick Fraelich,
The Associates,
The Fire Engines,
Joe Smooth,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Dual Sessions,
Visage,
The Names,
John Coltrane,
Roxette,
Con Funk Shun,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.