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 Bolivia and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Yusef Lateef to the punk 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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer 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 mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Ice-T,
Liliput,
Fatback Band,
Qualms,
Urselle,
Max Romeo,
This Heat,
The Smiths,
Peter and Kerry,
The Seeds,
Amon Düül II,
Country Teasers,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Cramps,
Dennis Brown,
L. Decosne,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sight & Sound,
Cluster,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Suburban Knight,
Cymande,
The Fortunes,
10cc,
Rotary Connection,
Sly & The Family Stone,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Monochrome Set,
Sparks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Spandau Ballet,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Arthur Verocai,
Lalann,
Letta Mbulu,
X-101,
the Fania All-Stars,
Mars,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kayak,
Kenny Larkin,
Icehouse,
Gang Starr,
Black Sheep,
Dark Day,
Youth Brigade,
Symarip,
Hot Snakes,
Subhumans,
Nils Olav,
The Divine Comedy,
Scion,
Black Moon,
Skaos,
Index,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gabor Szabo,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.