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 Switzerland and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 clarinet 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 Junior Murvin to the electroclash 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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet 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 spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Quantec,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Index,
Amon Düül II,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Black Sheep,
The Knickerbockers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pere Ubu,
Public Enemy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Angels of Light,
Bootsy Collins,
Curtis Mayfield,
E-Dancer,
Eve St. Jones,
Rapeman,
Ludus,
Scan 7,
The United States of America,
The Toasters,
10cc,
Absolute Body Control,
Grey Daturas,
Don Cherry,
Technova,
The Alarm Clocks,
Easy Going,
Bobby Hutcherson,
David Axelrod,
The Moody Blues,
The Cosmic Jokers,
X-Ray Spex,
Ossler,
Porter Ricks,
Connie Case,
Susan Cadogan,
Peter & Gordon,
Kevin Saunderson,
Suicide,
Josef K,
The Gap Band,
Shoche,
Robert Hood,
Michelle Simonal,
Magazine,
Panda Bear,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Matthew Bourne,
the Bar-Kays,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Silicon Teens,
Carl Craig,
Jacques Brel,
the Slits,
Lou Reed,
Derrick Morgan,
Au Pairs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gang Green,
Gichy Dan,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.