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 Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Q65 to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 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 an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Animal Collective,
Funky Four + One,
Peter and Kerry,
Schoolly D,
Josef K,
The Young Rascals,
Hoover,
Con Funk Shun,
The Neon Judgement,
Television,
The Dirtbombs,
The Names,
Albert Ayler,
Sam Rivers,
The Tremeloes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Warren Ellis,
The Knickerbockers,
One Last Wish,
Black Flag,
In Retrospect,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Moby Grape,
Mad Mike,
Inner City,
Sonic Youth,
Grey Daturas,
Little Man,
Television Personalities,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Slits,
Q65,
Sandy B,
Bronski Beat,
H. Thieme,
Maurizio,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Technova,
Flipper,
Barrington Levy,
Aaron Thompson,
Sound Behaviour,
Henry Cow,
Youth Brigade,
Letta Mbulu,
The Red Krayola,
Hot Snakes,
Sixth Finger,
Sun City Girls,
Heaven 17,
Zero Boys,
Alphaville,
Lou Reed,
The Stooges,
The Victims,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Soulsonic Force,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.