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 Thailand and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Cheater Slicks to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an arpeggiator 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 snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Hasil Adkins,
The Cramps,
David Bowie,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Moebius,
LL Cool J,
Drive Like Jehu,
Con Funk Shun,
The Golliwogs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mr. Review,
World's Most,
DJ Style,
The Music Machine,
Lower 48,
Barbara Tucker,
Surgeon,
James White and The Blacks,
The Zeros,
Altered Images,
Suburban Knight,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mad Mike,
Kurtis Blow,
Erykah Badu,
The Walker Brothers,
Pagans,
Desert Stars,
Tom Boy,
Rod Modell,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Terry Callier,
Popol Vuh,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Seeds,
Nils Olav,
Donny Hathaway,
Agitation Free,
Girls At Our Best!,
Johnny Clarke,
Metal Thangz,
Erasure,
The Angels of Light,
Q65,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dual Sessions,
JFA,
Pharoah Sanders,
Theoretical Girls,
Chrome,
Rekid,
Lebanon Hanover,
Tommy Roe,
The Buckinghams,
The Fortunes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ten City,
the Sonics,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.