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 Tanzania and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Monolake to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a clarinet 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 rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Neil Young,
Aloha Tigers,
Mo-Dettes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mr. Review,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dead Boys,
The Associates,
Ultra Naté,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Anakelly,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Human League,
Jacob Miller,
Kaleidoscope,
Ituana,
David Bowie,
Joey Negro,
Robert Hood,
Boogie Down Productions,
Deadbeat,
Ten City,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kevin Saunderson,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Star Department,
Dorothy Ashby,
Crime,
Bobby Byrd,
Sam Rivers,
Subhumans,
Pantaleimon,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Mojo Men,
Heaven 17,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Zero Boys,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sugar Minott,
Rakim,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eddi Front,
Howard Jones,
Can,
T.S.O.L.,
H. Thieme,
Fugazi,
Jeff Lynne,
Black Bananas,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
10cc,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Electric Prunes,
Kerri Chandler,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.