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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ 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 clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Yellowson,
Gang Gang Dance,
Deadbeat,
The Gladiators,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Fuzztones,
Peter and Kerry,
Fugazi,
Bluetip,
Radio Birdman,
The Gap Band,
June of 44,
Laurel Aitken,
Delta 5,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Supertramp,
the Swans,
Ronnie Foster,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Cal Tjader,
Make Up,
EPMD,
Alice Coltrane,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kas Product,
Electric Prunes,
The Wake,
Rakim,
Monks,
The Fire Engines,
Tubeway Army,
Hardrive,
the Soft Cell,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Joy Division,
Hot Snakes,
H. Thieme,
In Retrospect,
Jerry's Kids,
Unrelated Segments,
Television Personalities,
The Gun Club,
The Music Machine,
Letta Mbulu,
Deakin,
Rapeman,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Agent Orange,
Spandau Ballet,
Skriet,
John Foxx,
Brand Nubian,
The Litter,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Soul II Soul,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Cramps,
Underground Resistance,
Erasure,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.