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 Azerbaijan and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin 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 Mission of Burma to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer 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 oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
Jawbox,
the Slits,
The Raincoats,
Yaz,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sonic Youth,
Morten Harket,
Con Funk Shun,
This Heat,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kas Product,
Cymande,
Interpol,
DJ Sneak,
Scientists,
Scrapy,
Josef K,
E-Dancer,
the Germs,
The Durutti Column,
Shoche,
Joe Finger,
Livin' Joy,
The Toasters,
Average White Band,
Massinfluence,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Misunderstood,
Newcleus,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pierre Henry,
La Düsseldorf,
Absolute Body Control,
Black Pus,
The Birthday Party,
Liliput,
June Days,
Intrusion,
The Walker Brothers,
Swans,
Stetsasonic,
Infiniti,
Mission of Burma,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fela Kuti,
Panda Bear,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
David McCallum,
X-101,
Wasted Youth,
DJ Style,
Young Marble Giants,
Pussy Galore,
Mad Mike,
Ituana,
Harmonia,
The Sound,
MC5,
Spandau Ballet,
Eddi Front,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.