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 Slovenia and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Public Image Ltd. to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 harpsichord and a 808 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 güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Subhumans,
Barry Ungar,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Qualms,
Eden Ahbez,
Minutemen,
Cybotron,
Neil Young,
Moby Grape,
The Slits,
Oneida,
Davy DMX,
Amazonics,
Big Daddy Kane,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Tim Buckley,
Ultra Naté,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Electric Light Orchestra,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Procol Harum,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The United States of America,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Barbara Tucker,
The Busters,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Swell Maps,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Gap Band,
Black Sheep,
The Blackbyrds,
Jeru the Damaja,
Heaven 17,
Public Image Ltd.,
Andrew Hill,
The Fugs,
Traffic Nightmare,
Freddie Wadling,
Khruangbin,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Vainqueur,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Gladiators,
Severed Heads,
Nick Fraelich,
The Fuzztones,
Tomorrow,
Wire,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Leaves,
Monolake,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.