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 Marshall Islands and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Soulsonic Force to the grunge 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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer 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 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Darondo,
Panda Bear,
Q and Not U,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Zeros,
Warsaw,
Avey Tare,
Patti Smith,
Masters at Work,
T.S.O.L.,
KRS-One,
David Axelrod,
The Move,
CMW,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fugazi,
Royal Trux,
UT,
Donald Byrd,
DJ Sneak,
R.M.O.,
Tropical Tobacco,
These Immortal Souls,
The Divine Comedy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Severed Heads,
The Beau Brummels,
Nico,
Marcia Griffiths,
Mars,
Rapeman,
Kevin Saunderson,
Simply Red,
Crispian St. Peters,
Main Source,
EPMD,
Bang On A Can,
Soul II Soul,
Jerry's Kids,
Boredoms,
Scientists,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Inner City,
Tomorrow,
Susan Cadogan,
Negative Approach,
Procol Harum,
The Invisible,
Sun Ra,
Rekid,
Nation of Ulysses,
Radiopuhelimet,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Brick,
Suburban Knight,
The Cure,
The Neon Judgement,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.