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 Kenya and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ohio Players to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar 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 a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
UT,
Suburban Knight,
Thompson Twins,
Bob Dylan,
Crooked Eye,
X-102,
The Grass Roots,
Rufus Thomas,
The Walker Brothers,
Marmalade,
Matthew Halsall,
Hoover,
The Red Krayola,
Deakin,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gichy Dan,
Ten City,
The Move,
Tomorrow,
Slick Rick,
Harmonia,
Erasure,
Thee Headcoats,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Germs,
Average White Band,
World's Most,
New York Dolls,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Yusef Lateef,
Bobby Byrd,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Neil Young,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bobby Sherman,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Siglo XX,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sister Nancy,
Niagra,
Faust,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ultravox,
Girls At Our Best!,
Cameo,
Soul II Soul,
Rakim,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Albert Ayler,
Khruangbin,
Lyres,
Blancmange,
The Moody Blues,
Erykah Badu,
Zapp,
Alice Coltrane,
Public Enemy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Electric Prunes,
Fatback Band,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.