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 Togo and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 spring reverb 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 FM Einheit to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 chamberlin 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 spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
The Evens,
Delta 5,
Frankie Knuckles,
Los Fastidios,
Bobby Womack,
Nirvana,
B.T. Express,
Joe Smooth,
The Pretty Things,
Supertramp,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gerry Rafferty,
John Lydon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Flipper,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fluxion,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Neon Judgement,
X-102,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Faust,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ronan,
the Swans,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Scientists,
Jandek,
Roger Hodgson,
the Human League,
Black Pus,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Basic Channel,
Youth Brigade,
Gabor Szabo,
E-Dancer,
The Slits,
Siglo XX,
Barbara Tucker,
Franke,
Lucky Dragons,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Maleditus Sound,
Chris Corsano,
Shuggie Otis,
JFA,
Harpers Bizarre,
June Days,
Joensuu 1685,
Judy Mowatt,
Hot Snakes,
Minor Threat,
Anakelly,
Sun Ra,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Fania All-Stars,
Intrusion,
The Pop Group,
Bob Dylan,
The Smiths,
Donald Byrd,
Mad Mike,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.