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 South Sudan and from Shanghai.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 spring reverb 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 Tomorrow to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin 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 organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
Sun Ra,
Schoolly D,
New York Dolls,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Black Dice,
Isaac Hayes,
Harpers Bizarre,
John Cale,
Gabor Szabo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
La Düsseldorf,
Alton Ellis,
The Fire Engines,
Can,
The Techniques,
Cecil Taylor,
Japan,
Joey Negro,
Rod Modell,
Kerri Chandler,
The Offenders,
Electric Prunes,
Black Sheep,
the Slits,
Rekid,
Tubeway Army,
Quantec,
Technova,
The Dirtbombs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Roy Ayers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kaleidoscope,
Wings,
Young Marble Giants,
Lucky Dragons,
Duran Duran,
Amon Düül,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Cymande,
The Smiths,
Procol Harum,
The Knickerbockers,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Stooges,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Misunderstood,
Flash Fearless,
JFA,
UT,
Sonic Youth,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Nils Olav,
Clear Light,
Intrusion,
Porter Ricks,
Model 500,
Masters at Work,
Kayak,
Gichy Dan,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.