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 China and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Terry Callier to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum 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 güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Model 500,
Rapeman,
Camberwell Now,
Mad Mike,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Matthew Halsall,
The Sound,
Siglo XX,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Infiniti,
Crash Course in Science,
The Gladiators,
Theoretical Girls,
This Heat,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Drive Like Jehu,
Faraquet,
Joey Negro,
Minnie Riperton,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Zapp,
The Cramps,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Moody Blues,
Anthony Braxton,
Skaos,
Minor Threat,
Man Parrish,
Janne Schatter,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Monks,
Eric Dolphy,
Stetsasonic,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cecil Taylor,
The Searchers,
Junior Murvin,
Sällskapet,
Mission of Burma,
Gerry Rafferty,
Popol Vuh,
Eden Ahbez,
Hashim,
Mars,
The Monochrome Set,
Sandy B,
E-Dancer,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lightning Bolt,
Dual Sessions,
Wasted Youth,
Nation of Ulysses,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Con Funk Shun,
Erasure,
Robert Wyatt,
David McCallum,
Jawbox,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.