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 Barbados and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes 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 One Last Wish to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar 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 snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Thee Headcoats,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
PIL,
Gil Scott Heron,
Absolute Body Control,
Suburban Knight,
Harpers Bizarre,
Popol Vuh,
Skarface,
Sight & Sound,
Ultra Naté,
Eve St. Jones,
Pharoah Sanders,
Talk Talk,
Loose Ends,
The American Breed,
Bobby Sherman,
KRS-One,
Underground Resistance,
Albert Ayler,
Lou Reed,
Gastr Del Sol,
Monolake,
Subhumans,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eli Mardock,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
MC5,
Eric Copeland,
The Move,
OOIOO,
Franke,
Minor Threat,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Dead C,
Quando Quango,
cv313,
X-102,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Brothers Johnson,
Radiopuhelimet,
Suicide,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Grauzone,
Jacques Brel,
Soulsonic Force,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Al Stewart,
Skriet,
Thompson Twins,
Isaac Hayes,
Sun City Girls,
Deadbeat,
China Crisis,
The Saints,
Lalann,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Q65,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.