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 Netherlands and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Los Fastidios to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare 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 güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Dave Clark Five,
Wolf Eyes,
David Axelrod,
Lee Hazlewood,
Nirvana,
Dave Gahan,
Fluxion,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Moleskins,
The Searchers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Bar-Kays,
Beasts of Bourbon,
cv313,
Tim Buckley,
The Knickerbockers,
Quantec,
Chris & Cosey,
The Gladiators,
Laurel Aitken,
John Foxx,
The Toasters,
Soft Machine,
The Durutti Column,
Jimmy McGriff,
Roy Ayers,
Los Fastidios,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bobby Sherman,
June Days,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Tom Boy,
Kenny Larkin,
The Flesh Eaters,
Skaos,
Robert Hood,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Niagra,
The Dead C,
Dawn Penn,
PIL,
Joe Finger,
Pantaleimon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Glambeats Corp.,
Brothers Johnson,
Gerry Rafferty,
Peter and Kerry,
Gang Starr,
Eric Dolphy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Parry Music,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
DJ Style,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Black Sheep,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Simply Red,
Toni Rubio,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.