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 Chad and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lyres to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare 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 snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
The Music Machine,
Joey Negro,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Divine Comedy,
cv313,
Tommy Roe,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sugar Minott,
Neu!,
Moss Icon,
Jawbox,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lower 48,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lalann,
Bad Manners,
The Fall,
Deepchord,
Man Parrish,
Sight & Sound,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mantronix,
a-ha,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Gap Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
Theoretical Girls,
Yazoo,
H. Thieme,
Pagans,
Pierre Henry,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Moleskins,
Matthew Bourne,
Icehouse,
The Motions,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Alice Coltrane,
Angry Samoans,
ABBA,
Desert Stars,
James White and The Blacks,
The Residents,
Andrew Hill,
Nas,
John Holt,
Godley & Creme,
The Invisible,
The Stooges,
Little Man,
Kool Moe Dee,
Byron Stingily,
Au Pairs,
Gabor Szabo,
Thee Headcoats,
Unrelated Segments,
Loose Ends,
Connie Case,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.