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 Somalia and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Massinfluence to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 the Swans. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar 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 spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
The Sonics,
Dennis Brown,
Franke,
Cheater Slicks,
Davy DMX,
The Fortunes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Guru Guru,
Barry Ungar,
Jacques Brel,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Das Ding,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Darondo,
The Neon Judgement,
Joensuu 1685,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ralphi Rosario,
Crispian St. Peters,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Alice Coltrane,
The Stooges,
The Doobie Brothers,
Saccharine Trust,
Fad Gadget,
The Fugs,
Can,
Freddie Wadling,
Derrick Morgan,
Black Bananas,
Nick Fraelich,
Gong,
Dark Day,
Quadrant,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Negative Approach,
U.S. Maple,
Steve Hackett,
In Retrospect,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Juan Atkins,
Porter Ricks,
The Techniques,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Boz Scaggs,
Brand Nubian,
Reuben Wilson,
The Saints,
The Fuzztones,
The Birthday Party,
OOIOO,
Mandrill,
Make Up,
A Certain Ratio,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.