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 Mali and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Steve Hackett to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an oboe 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 chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Harmonia,
Wasted Youth,
Cheater Slicks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dark Day,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ornette Coleman,
Soulsonic Force,
Stereo Dub,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
D'Angelo,
In Retrospect,
The Velvet Underground,
Tomorrow,
Ultra Naté,
David Axelrod,
Davy DMX,
Grey Daturas,
The Young Rascals,
Flipper,
Arab on Radar,
John Coltrane,
Joey Negro,
The Detroit Cobras,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eve St. Jones,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Graham Central Station,
Reuben Wilson,
Yusef Lateef,
Nick Fraelich,
Marshall Jefferson,
Von Mondo,
Andrew Hill,
John Holt,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fat Boys,
Pet Shop Boys,
E-Dancer,
Royal Trux,
Mars,
Girls At Our Best!,
Joe Finger,
Lalo Schifrin,
Leonard Cohen,
Eric Dolphy,
X-Ray Spex,
Al Stewart,
The Black Dice,
Quadrant,
The Mojo Men,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cymande,
Slave,
Jeff Lynne,
Nirvana,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.