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 Rwanda and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 the Association to the disco 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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord 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 clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kerri Chandler,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Fuzztones,
Little Man,
Soft Cell,
The Index,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eric Dolphy,
Smog,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gichy Dan,
Wally Richardson,
The Alarm Clocks,
Porter Ricks,
Roxette,
Angry Samoans,
Carl Craig,
Kaleidoscope,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lower 48,
Dave Gahan,
Chris Corsano,
Arab on Radar,
Wasted Youth,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Albert Ayler,
Letta Mbulu,
Skriet,
Peter and Kerry,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Brand Nubian,
Pantaleimon,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Todd Rundgren,
Motorama,
Aswad,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Desert Stars,
Graham Central Station,
Organ,
OOIOO,
Oneida,
Vainqueur,
Audionom,
Marvin Gaye,
The Toasters,
Minor Threat,
Livin' Joy,
The Modern Lovers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rufus Thomas,
Frankie Knuckles,
Liliput,
the Bar-Kays,
Fad Gadget,
the Human League,
F. McDonald,
Echospace,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.