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 Tajikistan and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the marimba 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 Mary Jane Girls to the funk 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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro 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 marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Michelle Simonal,
Curtis Mayfield,
Oneida,
Tom Boy,
Sex Pistols,
Lower 48,
Ten City,
Agitation Free,
Lindisfarne,
Make Up,
John Foxx,
The Dirtbombs,
Marmalade,
Anthony Braxton,
The Monks,
Scion,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mary Jane Girls,
Amazonics,
Bootsy Collins,
Shuggie Otis,
Bobby Womack,
Unrelated Segments,
Popol Vuh,
Animal Collective,
Brothers Johnson,
Joe Finger,
Glenn Branca,
Little Man,
Carl Craig,
Hashim,
The Sonics,
Quando Quango,
Pylon,
Main Source,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
A Certain Ratio,
The Fortunes,
These Immortal Souls,
Kool Moe Dee,
Janne Schatter,
Crooked Eye,
Rosa Yemen,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Model 500,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Red Krayola,
Yellowson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Josef K,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kas Product,
The Stooges,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Derrick May,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Funkadelic,
The Moody Blues,
The Black Dice,
Easy Going,
Brick,
Anakelly,
X-101,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.