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 Maldives and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 Paris and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 The Busters to the techno 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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro 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 sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
The Modern Lovers,
The Smoke,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kurtis Blow,
The Gladiators,
Matthew Bourne,
Morten Harket,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mo-Dettes,
The Residents,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Clear Light,
The Electric Prunes,
Black Pus,
Crispy Ambulance,
Idris Muhammad,
Country Teasers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
In Retrospect,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Gun Club,
Half Japanese,
The Smiths,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Victims,
Buzzcocks,
Niagra,
Terrestrial Tones,
Drive Like Jehu,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Gap Band,
Bootsy Collins,
Johnny Clarke,
The Vogues,
Aloha Tigers,
Flash Fearless,
Altered Images,
Pharoah Sanders,
Joey Negro,
Camberwell Now,
The Black Dice,
Adolescents,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pussy Galore,
Aaron Thompson,
Scrapy,
Mantronix,
Yazoo,
Surgeon,
Dorothy Ashby,
Chris Corsano,
Popol Vuh,
Royal Trux,
Nas,
Wasted Youth,
Little Man,
Oneida,
Neu!,
Peter & Gordon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel.
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.