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 Moldova and from London.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Chrome to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe 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 linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Audionom,
Marine Girls,
Eli Mardock,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Joensuu 1685,
Minor Threat,
Clear Light,
Accadde A,
Fad Gadget,
Underground Resistance,
The Pretty Things,
PIL,
Q65,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sonic Youth,
Animal Collective,
Visage,
Danielle Patucci,
Ossler,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Toasters,
Johnny Clarke,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Stooges,
The Remains,
Jeru the Damaja,
Andrew Hill,
Gang Green,
The Blackbyrds,
kango's stein massive,
June Days,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Man Eating Sloth,
Organ,
Shoche,
Fat Boys,
The Modern Lovers,
the Soft Cell,
Erasure,
Los Fastidios,
Wolf Eyes,
Rakim,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Slits,
Deakin,
Mo-Dettes,
The Gun Club,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sun City Girls,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Dark Day,
Pagans,
Das Ding,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Byron Stingily,
X-101,
Brothers Johnson,
Quantec,
Easy Going,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.