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 Hungary and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Archie Shepp to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin 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 mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Man Parrish,
LL Cool J,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
8 Eyed Spy,
Cybotron,
David McCallum,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Theoretical Girls,
Amon Düül II,
Circle Jerks,
Alice Coltrane,
Whodini,
Slick Rick,
Faust,
Max Romeo,
a-ha,
Japan,
Camberwell Now,
Chrome,
Ossler,
The Neon Judgement,
Delta 5,
Gabor Szabo,
Tubeway Army,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Clear Light,
Aural Exciters,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Animal Collective,
Jacob Miller,
Ultra Naté,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
DJ Style,
The Monks,
Grauzone,
A Certain Ratio,
The Cowsills,
Sun City Girls,
Brothers Johnson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gastr Del Sol,
Q and Not U,
Fat Boys,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Index,
Lou Christie,
Newcleus,
Zero Boys,
Prince Buster,
Stiv Bators,
Aswad,
This Heat,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Harry Pussy,
FM Einheit,
Crispian St. Peters,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.