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 Kosovo and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Tim Buckley to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a guitar and a 808 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 synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
Kerri Chandler,
T.S.O.L.,
Unrelated Segments,
The Sonics,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Brick,
Amon Düül II,
Q65,
The Angels of Light,
The Standells,
The Birthday Party,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Mojo Men,
the Sonics,
The Doobie Brothers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Moleskins,
The Invisible,
The Doors,
The Skatalites,
48th St. Collective,
This Heat,
MC5,
The Victims,
Television,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Erykah Badu,
Goldenarms,
Sam Rivers,
Underground Resistance,
Reuben Wilson,
Erasure,
Lower 48,
Johnny Osbourne,
Chris & Cosey,
The Monochrome Set,
Arcadia,
Freddie Wadling,
Michelle Simonal,
Excepter,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ultimate Spinach,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Human League,
Gichy Dan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Radiohead,
D'Angelo,
Unwound,
Ohio Players,
LL Cool J,
Soul Sonic Force,
Oblivians,
Ronan,
Steve Hackett,
Moss Icon,
Juan Atkins,
The Techniques,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Fall,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.