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 Botswana and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Interpol to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 snare and an oboe 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 sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Crash Course in Science,
X-101,
Lebanon Hanover,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Visage,
The United States of America,
EPMD,
L. Decosne,
Terry Callier,
Faust,
The Seeds,
The Gories,
Prince Buster,
Sugar Minott,
Brass Construction,
Joey Negro,
Cameo,
The Moleskins,
Lungfish,
Moebius,
Cecil Taylor,
Brothers Johnson,
Sister Nancy,
Godley & Creme,
Jerry's Kids,
Eden Ahbez,
Sun City Girls,
Grandmaster Flash,
Max Romeo,
Fela Kuti,
The Litter,
Bizarre Inc.,
Suburban Knight,
Model 500,
Blake Baxter,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rosa Yemen,
Joensuu 1685,
Lucky Dragons,
The Fugs,
Ultravox,
Tropical Tobacco,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Intrusion,
Dual Sessions,
Trumans Water,
Aaron Thompson,
China Crisis,
Television,
Cheater Slicks,
Lou Christie,
F. McDonald,
Alphaville,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eli Mardock,
Newcleus,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Guru Guru,
Amazonics,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gang Green,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.