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 Malaysia and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Wings to the funk 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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare 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 oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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 Litter,
The Happenings,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Patti Smith,
Gang of Four,
Livin' Joy,
John Coltrane,
Nils Olav,
Pet Shop Boys,
Wire,
Crash Course in Science,
Chrome,
Niagra,
Eric Dolphy,
Marc Almond,
Nik Kershaw,
Oblivians,
The Modern Lovers,
Can,
Jawbox,
Jeru the Damaja,
Black Pus,
Bobby Byrd,
Rakim,
Scratch Acid,
Nico,
the Germs,
Glambeats Corp.,
Junior Murvin,
Alice Coltrane,
David McCallum,
Nas,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Wake,
Moss Icon,
Black Flag,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Beau Brummels,
Leonard Cohen,
the Normal,
Monolake,
Bush Tetras,
Sight & Sound,
Cecil Taylor,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sam Rivers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Cowsills,
The Birthday Party,
K-Klass,
U.S. Maple,
Brick,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Pretty Things,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.