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 Serbia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Idris Muhammad to the rock 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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 clarinet and a marimba 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 guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eric Copeland,
Rakim,
Stetsasonic,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Susan Cadogan,
The Residents,
Joe Smooth,
Marmalade,
Bobby Womack,
Parry Music,
Johnny Clarke,
Ultra Naté,
Bang On A Can,
Barclay James Harvest,
X-Ray Spex,
Royal Trux,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Blancmange,
Lee Hazlewood,
Freddie Wadling,
The New Christs,
Cymande,
DJ Sneak,
Colin Newman,
Arab on Radar,
Dave Gahan,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bad Manners,
Half Japanese,
Urselle,
Ice-T,
Sarah Menescal,
The Selecter,
Andrew Hill,
the Swans,
Pussy Galore,
Marvin Gaye,
Kas Product,
Lalo Schifrin,
Yusef Lateef,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Harry Pussy,
Icehouse,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sandy B,
U.S. Maple,
Wally Richardson,
FM Einheit,
Gichy Dan,
The Vogues,
Ten City,
Clear Light,
Khruangbin,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Funky Four + One,
Fluxion,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sight & Sound,
Pantytec,
Roxy Music,
Gabor Szabo,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.