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 Angola and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 One Last Wish to the funk 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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar 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 marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
This Heat,
Echospace,
Black Pus,
David McCallum,
Bobby Byrd,
Bobby Sherman,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Avey Tare,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ultimate Spinach,
Black Bananas,
The Gun Club,
Peter & Gordon,
Reagan Youth,
Bill Near,
PIL,
Joe Smooth,
Blake Baxter,
Fat Boys,
The Saints,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Saccharine Trust,
Michelle Simonal,
Barclay James Harvest,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bush Tetras,
Can,
Jeru the Damaja,
Joy Division,
MDC,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Grauzone,
Swell Maps,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Minnie Riperton,
Newcleus,
Ronan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Howard Jones,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Standells,
Brand Nubian,
Skarface,
Banda Bassotti,
Matthew Bourne,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sandy B,
Boogie Down Productions,
Drexciya,
Radiopuhelimet,
Section 25,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kenny Larkin,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jeff Lynne,
Soft Machine,
The Mojo Men,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.