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 Vanuatu and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 JFA to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb 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 marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Simply Red,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Remains,
The Residents,
Mission of Burma,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Funky Four + One,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lebanon Hanover,
Don Cherry,
Sight & Sound,
The Martian,
Smog,
Anthony Braxton,
Accadde A,
The Walker Brothers,
Arthur Verocai,
Khruangbin,
Sam Rivers,
Guru Guru,
Blossom Toes,
Faraquet,
Eurythmics,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Tremeloes,
Minor Threat,
Bobby Byrd,
Tommy Roe,
Pylon,
Kaleidoscope,
Barry Ungar,
Siglo XX,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Mummies,
Unwound,
Amazonics,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Subhumans,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Boz Scaggs,
Gang Gang Dance,
Suicide,
The Sonics,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Faust,
Pet Shop Boys,
Robert Hood,
Visage,
Bobby Hutcherson,
New Age Steppers,
Jeff Lynne,
Fluxion,
Can,
The Cowsills,
Pulsallama,
the Bar-Kays,
Darondo,
Althea and Donna,
The Associates,
Ituana,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.