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 Laos and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
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 the Swans to the techno 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an organ 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 organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
June Days,
Duran Duran,
Eric Dolphy,
Ultravox,
The Gories,
Rotary Connection,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Von Mondo,
Bobby Byrd,
The Smiths,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
DJ Sneak,
Symarip,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Star Department,
Marine Girls,
Ornette Coleman,
The Vogues,
Idris Muhammad,
Crooked Eye,
Panda Bear,
Traffic Nightmare,
Agent Orange,
Thompson Twins,
Kenny Larkin,
Blossom Toes,
The Black Dice,
Gastr Del Sol,
Supertramp,
Radio Birdman,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Guru Guru,
Joe Finger,
Bill Near,
The Dead C,
Yusef Lateef,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Max Romeo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Fugs,
Black Sheep,
Wings,
The Walker Brothers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Arthur Verocai,
Rakim,
Con Funk Shun,
Cymande,
Deakin,
Stereo Dub,
Gabor Szabo,
Leonard Cohen,
In Retrospect,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lightning Bolt,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Livin' Joy,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.