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 Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the guitar 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 Excepter to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb 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 clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Stereo Dub,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Glenn Branca,
John Foxx,
The Real Kids,
The Index,
Rekid,
Susan Cadogan,
The Count Five,
Rosa Yemen,
Junior Murvin,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Dead Boys,
Tommy Roe,
Animal Collective,
Harry Pussy,
Stiv Bators,
Depeche Mode,
Carl Craig,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bang On A Can,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Sonics,
Arcadia,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Index,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Excepter,
Thee Headcoats,
Boredoms,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Neil Young,
Al Stewart,
Wally Richardson,
DNA,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Brick,
Icehouse,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kenny Larkin,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Alarm Clocks,
Cheater Slicks,
The Misunderstood,
Interpol,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Danielle Patucci,
Funkadelic,
Ituana,
Slave,
Tres Demented,
Suburban Knight,
The Dave Clark Five,
The New Christs,
Janne Schatter,
Ash Ra Tempel,
June Days,
Minny Pops,
La Düsseldorf,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.