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 Fiji and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Johnny Osbourne to the rock 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer 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 mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Excepter,
Goldenarms,
Bobby Womack,
Byron Stingily,
The Fortunes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Con Funk Shun,
Michelle Simonal,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Star Department,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Scott Walker,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
La Düsseldorf,
John Coltrane,
Tomorrow,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eddi Front,
Gong,
Eden Ahbez,
The Litter,
Letta Mbulu,
The New Christs,
Brass Construction,
The Standells,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Doobie Brothers,
Al Stewart,
Tres Demented,
Todd Terry,
Flash Fearless,
The Alarm Clocks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
10cc,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Livin' Joy,
Soft Machine,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Derrick May,
Moby Grape,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Zeros,
UT,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Connie Case,
Bauhaus,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sonny Sharrock,
Liliput,
U.S. Maple,
Harmonia,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Young Rascals,
Porter Ricks,
Rosa Yemen,
Monolake,
Lee Hazlewood,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rakim,
Joyce Sims,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.