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 Monaco and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Henry Cow to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar 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 synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
L. Decosne,
Sandy B,
Thompson Twins,
Fear,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sonic Youth,
Metal Thangz,
Harry Pussy,
Pylon,
Funkadelic,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Toasters,
Sixth Finger,
Bill Wells,
The Zeros,
Swell Maps,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lightning Bolt,
Crash Course in Science,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Curtis Mayfield,
Chris Corsano,
The Grass Roots,
Index,
Visage,
Sex Pistols,
The Mojo Men,
X-101,
Underground Resistance,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Saccharine Trust,
Erykah Badu,
Marvin Gaye,
Camberwell Now,
Janne Schatter,
The Human League,
Marmalade,
Skarface,
The Gun Club,
Black Pus,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Tubeway Army,
Pantytec,
Camouflage,
The Count Five,
Radio Birdman,
Mary Jane Girls,
Tom Boy,
Yaz,
The Invisible,
The Victims,
The Doobie Brothers,
David Axelrod,
Jacques Brel,
Nas,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Davy DMX,
Lucky Dragons,
Derrick May,
Peter and Kerry,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.