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 Mongolia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Suburban Knight to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator 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 rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Deepchord,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eurythmics,
Mark Hollis,
48th St. Collective,
Nico,
A Certain Ratio,
Hardrive,
Livin' Joy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Last Poets,
Porter Ricks,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Dave Clark Five,
Alice Coltrane,
These Immortal Souls,
Monks,
Cal Tjader,
Wasted Youth,
Fad Gadget,
Sight & Sound,
Outsiders,
Susan Cadogan,
Neu!,
Funky Four + One,
Monolake,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Desert Stars,
Hashim,
Nas,
Quando Quango,
Juan Atkins,
Todd Rundgren,
Deadbeat,
Little Man,
Judy Mowatt,
Clear Light,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Y Pants,
Rites of Spring,
Blake Baxter,
The New Christs,
New Order,
Maurizio,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
8 Eyed Spy,
PIL,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Erykah Badu,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ituana,
The Slits,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ice-T,
Gang Gang Dance,
Nirvana,
The Divine Comedy,
B.T. Express,
Goldenarms,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.