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 Malaysia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sun Ra to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin 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 a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
X-Ray Spex,
Easy Going,
Isaac Hayes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jeff Mills,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lebanon Hanover,
U.S. Maple,
Patti Smith,
Morten Harket,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
June Days,
Joy Division,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rekid,
Pole,
Peter and Kerry,
Lungfish,
Piero Umiliani,
John Lydon,
The Star Department,
Leonard Cohen,
Das Ding,
Moebius,
Crispy Ambulance,
Marmalade,
The Vogues,
Crime,
The Velvet Underground,
Nik Kershaw,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Germs,
The Blues Magoos,
Lightning Bolt,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Music Machine,
Sun City Girls,
Lucky Dragons,
Arab on Radar,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Reuben Wilson,
D'Angelo,
New Age Steppers,
Sällskapet,
The Divine Comedy,
Second Layer,
Chris Corsano,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Trojans,
Country Teasers,
Groovy Waters,
Subhumans,
Kerri Chandler,
Icehouse,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Alarm Clocks,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.