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 Sri Lanka and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Detroit Cobras to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb 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 marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ronnie Foster,
Josef K,
Stiv Bators,
Dead Boys,
Lou Christie,
Slick Rick,
Maurizio,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kayak,
8 Eyed Spy,
Deadbeat,
EPMD,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ken Boothe,
Joensuu 1685,
T. Rex,
Rosa Yemen,
E-Dancer,
Flipper,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rotary Connection,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jerry's Kids,
Icehouse,
Sun Ra,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
K-Klass,
The Five Americans,
Dual Sessions,
Public Image Ltd.,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Drexciya,
Joe Finger,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Standells,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fluxion,
Marmalade,
Rekid,
Vainqueur,
Von Mondo,
Circle Jerks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Black Flag,
Agent Orange,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Agitation Free,
Nils Olav,
The Residents,
Wally Richardson,
cv313,
Lee Hazlewood,
Robert Hood,
Eli Mardock,
Nation of Ulysses,
Swell Maps,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.