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 Belize and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Cheater Slicks to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer 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 arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Robert Wyatt,
Q and Not U,
Eric Copeland,
Bobby Sherman,
The Mighty Diamonds,
B.T. Express,
Amon Düül,
The Birthday Party,
Nation of Ulysses,
Letta Mbulu,
Junior Murvin,
Lyres,
Ronan,
Sarah Menescal,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Skarface,
Roger Hodgson,
The Evens,
Con Funk Shun,
Eric B and Rakim,
Todd Rundgren,
Donald Byrd,
Big Daddy Kane,
Joe Smooth,
Wasted Youth,
Max Romeo,
Arthur Verocai,
Rapeman,
Kaleidoscope,
In Retrospect,
The Fortunes,
Maleditus Sound,
Kerrie Biddell,
Wally Richardson,
Scion,
The Buckinghams,
The Happenings,
The Toasters,
Eden Ahbez,
Scan 7,
Oneida,
Sun City Girls,
Quando Quango,
Moby Grape,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Half Japanese,
Gerry Rafferty,
Archie Shepp,
Fear,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
John Coltrane,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Reagan Youth,
Absolute Body Control,
Eurythmics,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mars,
AZ,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.