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 Tanzania and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The Gun Club to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Slackers. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes 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 guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Donald Byrd,
Anthony Braxton,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Shadows of Knight,
Roxy Music,
Matthew Halsall,
Andrew Hill,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rites of Spring,
Adolescents,
The Five Americans,
Grauzone,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Vogues,
The Fall,
Leonard Cohen,
Wire,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Desert Stars,
Fluxion,
Cameo,
The Saints,
Morten Harket,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Stiv Bators,
Guru Guru,
Wolf Eyes,
Sixth Finger,
Steve Hackett,
Spoonie Gee,
Vladislav Delay,
China Crisis,
Japan,
kango's stein massive,
Yazoo,
Nas,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Marmalade,
The Slackers,
The Buckinghams,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Saccharine Trust,
Panda Bear,
Wings,
Matthew Bourne,
Reuben Wilson,
Porter Ricks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Terry Callier,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ornette Coleman,
Bronski Beat,
E-Dancer,
The Skatalites,
The Black Dice,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Blossom Toes,
The Red Krayola,
Cheater Slicks,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.