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 Nepal and from Hong Kong.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 Cosmic Jokers to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Steve Hackett,
Joe Finger,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mission of Burma,
Bobby Sherman,
Boredoms,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Moody Blues,
The Kinks,
Visage,
Echospace,
Rites of Spring,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Harry Pussy,
The Fall,
Anthony Braxton,
Public Enemy,
Bill Wells,
Subhumans,
Magma,
Letta Mbulu,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Gun Club,
Magazine,
Minnie Riperton,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Anakelly,
Archie Shepp,
Soulsonic Force,
Joy Division,
Camberwell Now,
Pere Ubu,
Dead Boys,
Los Fastidios,
Fluxion,
Nils Olav,
Talk Talk,
The Raincoats,
Shuggie Otis,
Tom Boy,
The Monks,
Black Sheep,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Tres Demented,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Donald Byrd,
Eric B and Rakim,
Moebius,
Infiniti,
Soft Machine,
Model 500,
The Wake,
Hoover,
Cybotron,
Tommy Roe,
Eve St. Jones,
X-102,
The Doors,
Agitation Free,
Basic Channel,
The Monochrome Set,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.