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 Mongolia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 sitar 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 Eric Dolphy to the rock 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 Count Five. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator 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 spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
The American Breed,
Ultra Naté,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Inner City,
The Doors,
Sun Ra,
The Moleskins,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sandy B,
Symarip,
Electric Prunes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Con Funk Shun,
The Zeros,
Roxy Music,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Prince Buster,
The Skatalites,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
John Foxx,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Surgeon,
Fad Gadget,
Alice Coltrane,
Unrelated Segments,
The Wake,
The Mummies,
Royal Trux,
Max Romeo,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eric Dolphy,
Joey Negro,
Deadbeat,
Ludus,
Idris Muhammad,
Robert Görl,
Bronski Beat,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Isaac Hayes,
Ten City,
ABC,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Masters at Work,
John Cale,
Intrusion,
Loose Ends,
Arcadia,
Smog,
Babytalk,
Animal Collective,
Reuben Wilson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Youth Brigade,
The Black Dice,
the Soft Cell,
Pulsallama,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Joensuu 1685,
Khruangbin,
Mr. Review,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.