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 United States and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Lee Hazlewood to the techno 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 the Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe 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 spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Matthew Halsall,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Cure,
Surgeon,
Blossom Toes,
Bob Dylan,
Janne Schatter,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Kinks,
Nirvana,
Amon Düül,
Wasted Youth,
The Wake,
T.S.O.L.,
New York Dolls,
Bush Tetras,
The Neon Judgement,
Zero Boys,
The New Christs,
Ohio Players,
Amazonics,
Blake Baxter,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Searchers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
John Foxx,
Marcia Griffiths,
Connie Case,
John Holt,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Goldenarms,
Althea and Donna,
The Music Machine,
The Walker Brothers,
JFA,
Second Layer,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Motions,
The Gories,
Camberwell Now,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Danielle Patucci,
KRS-One,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Skatalites,
Eden Ahbez,
John Cale,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Knickerbockers,
The Buckinghams,
Heaven 17,
Flipper,
cv313,
Niagra,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.