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 Greece and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 London and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Tres Demented to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 oboe and an organ 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 snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
Reuben Wilson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Aural Exciters,
Quantec,
Judy Mowatt,
Barclay James Harvest,
Archie Shepp,
The Selecter,
T.S.O.L.,
Inner City,
The Buckinghams,
The J.B.'s,
The Misunderstood,
Sonic Youth,
Barrington Levy,
Chris Corsano,
The Alarm Clocks,
Man Eating Sloth,
June of 44,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sarah Menescal,
Ten City,
Faust,
Anthony Braxton,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Infiniti,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ultravox,
Derrick Morgan,
Essential Logic,
Aswad,
Cheater Slicks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Althea and Donna,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Todd Terry,
Soul Sonic Force,
One Last Wish,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Yusef Lateef,
The Modern Lovers,
E-Dancer,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Joy Division,
Scan 7,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mo-Dettes,
The Pop Group,
Danielle Patucci,
The Searchers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Stooges,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Black Pus,
Marc Almond,
Albert Ayler,
Blossom Toes,
Babytalk,
Barbara Tucker,
The Standells,
Section 25,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.