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 Romania and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Count Five to the jazz 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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 spring reverb and a linndrum 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 oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Soft Machine,
Lucky Dragons,
Nik Kershaw,
Little Man,
The Wake,
Boz Scaggs,
Ituana,
Tom Boy,
Soulsonic Force,
Blossom Toes,
Severed Heads,
Barry Ungar,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gil Scott Heron,
Parry Music,
Barclay James Harvest,
Aural Exciters,
Sandy B,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lyres,
The Blues Magoos,
Mr. Review,
Infiniti,
The Busters,
Nirvana,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Deadbeat,
Scott Walker,
The Zeros,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Scratch Acid,
The Sonics,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Babytalk,
Thee Headcoats,
Dual Sessions,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Black Dice,
Saccharine Trust,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eric Copeland,
Graham Central Station,
Laurel Aitken,
Lou Christie,
Groovy Waters,
Pussy Galore,
Maurizio,
Black Flag,
Shuggie Otis,
Rhythm & Sound,
Cecil Taylor,
Dorothy Ashby,
David McCallum,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Youth Brigade,
Yaz,
Fad Gadget,
The Offenders,
Ten City,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.