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 Dominica and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Ralphi Rosario to the disco 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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 guitar 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 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Glambeats Corp.,
Tres Demented,
Big Daddy Kane,
Chris Corsano,
EPMD,
Bobby Womack,
Archie Shepp,
Lindisfarne,
Index,
Easy Going,
Harmonia,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Zeros,
Grandmaster Flash,
Byron Stingily,
Delon & Dalcan,
Con Funk Shun,
Albert Ayler,
The Motions,
Eve St. Jones,
Judy Mowatt,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bobby Sherman,
Skriet,
Kas Product,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Knickerbockers,
Pylon,
Matthew Halsall,
Jeru the Damaja,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Cowsills,
Electric Prunes,
Marmalade,
The Birthday Party,
Bronski Beat,
The Fall,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Brick,
Porter Ricks,
The Moleskins,
James White and The Blacks,
Cluster,
The Sisters of Mercy,
X-102,
The Shadows of Knight,
Grauzone,
Swans,
The Invisible,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Blossom Toes,
Second Layer,
Hardrive,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Darondo,
Organ,
Bad Manners,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.