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 Honduras and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Kinks to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe 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 oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
The Beau Brummels,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mo-Dettes,
Colin Newman,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Star Department,
Peter and Kerry,
The Barracudas,
Hot Snakes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rakim,
Loose Ends,
Black Pus,
OOIOO,
Maleditus Sound,
Banda Bassotti,
Wings,
Delon & Dalcan,
Eden Ahbez,
Stiv Bators,
Black Bananas,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sound Behaviour,
Glenn Branca,
Buzzcocks,
The Dead C,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Monks,
Fugazi,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Robert Wyatt,
Vladislav Delay,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Stereo Dub,
Danielle Patucci,
Reagan Youth,
Quantec,
F. McDonald,
The American Breed,
Skriet,
The Moody Blues,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Normal,
Susan Cadogan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sam Rivers,
The Gun Club,
Funky Four + One,
The Zeros,
Young Marble Giants,
Theoretical Girls,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Darondo,
New Age Steppers,
Albert Ayler,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.