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 Iran and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 K-Klass to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar 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 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
The Martian,
Tropical Tobacco,
Surgeon,
H. Thieme,
The Blues Magoos,
Archie Shepp,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mantronix,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Velvet Underground,
Popol Vuh,
Fort Wilson Riot,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sandy B,
Graham Central Station,
Young Marble Giants,
June of 44,
F. McDonald,
Royal Trux,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Electric Prunes,
KRS-One,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Thompson Twins,
Smog,
Piero Umiliani,
The Red Krayola,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Barracudas,
Moss Icon,
Saccharine Trust,
kango's stein massive,
New York Dolls,
Andrew Hill,
Lucky Dragons,
Dorothy Ashby,
Frankie Knuckles,
Johnny Osbourne,
Steve Hackett,
Flamin' Groovies,
Erykah Badu,
Trumans Water,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Flipper,
Tears for Fears,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Index,
Lyres,
K-Klass,
Barbara Tucker,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Funky Four + One,
Bluetip,
Aswad,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mary Jane Girls,
Todd Rundgren,
The Searchers,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.