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 Palau and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Crispian St. Peters to the grime 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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ and an oboe 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 guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Albert Ayler,
New Order,
Amon Düül,
David Bowie,
The Offenders,
Fear,
Arcadia,
New Age Steppers,
Black Moon,
Reuben Wilson,
Jandek,
Kaleidoscope,
Can,
Faraquet,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Connie Case,
Marvin Gaye,
The Moody Blues,
Rod Modell,
The Leaves,
The Standells,
Lyres,
Jerry's Kids,
The Music Machine,
The Neon Judgement,
Camberwell Now,
Alphaville,
Sugar Minott,
The Wake,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jeff Mills,
Dual Sessions,
The Victims,
Bill Wells,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sun City Girls,
Scott Walker,
Nas,
X-Ray Spex,
Sarah Menescal,
The Fugs,
Tim Buckley,
Bill Near,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kas Product,
Sun Ra,
Mo-Dettes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Fortunes,
The Sonics,
The Residents,
Erasure,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Altered Images,
The Smiths,
Echospace,
F. McDonald,
The Beau Brummels,
Banda Bassotti,
Von Mondo,
Ornette Coleman,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.