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 Guinea-Bissau and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the 808 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 the Association to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes 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 theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lakeside,
The Fugs,
FM Einheit,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Moebius,
Joy Division,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Johnny Clarke,
Groovy Waters,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jandek,
Donny Hathaway,
Carl Craig,
Barbara Tucker,
Junior Murvin,
Gang of Four,
The Star Department,
Lightning Bolt,
Skriet,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kaleidoscope,
Swans,
Fear,
Khruangbin,
Bush Tetras,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mantronix,
MDC,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Hashim,
E-Dancer,
Bootsy Collins,
Half Japanese,
Rosa Yemen,
Ornette Coleman,
Agent Orange,
Big Daddy Kane,
John Cale,
Scratch Acid,
Outsiders,
Vainqueur,
Aswad,
X-102,
Josef K,
ABBA,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Faraquet,
D'Angelo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The United States of America,
The Sonics,
The Fall,
Robert Wyatt,
Jawbox,
Boredoms,
David Axelrod,
Eric Dolphy,
Wings,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.