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 Tajikistan and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Fugs to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare 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 linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
World's Most,
Yellowson,
Suicide,
Adolescents,
Spoonie Gee,
Colin Newman,
Ultravox,
Juan Atkins,
Second Layer,
The Kinks,
The Martian,
cv313,
Judy Mowatt,
Eden Ahbez,
The Barracudas,
Ludus,
Peter and Kerry,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Black Bananas,
Marc Almond,
Surgeon,
In Retrospect,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
EPMD,
The Pop Group,
Dennis Brown,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kayak,
Scion,
Kenny Larkin,
Piero Umiliani,
Eric B and Rakim,
Organ,
Underground Resistance,
The Buckinghams,
Cecil Taylor,
Althea and Donna,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Alphaville,
Half Japanese,
The Searchers,
Roxy Music,
Big Daddy Kane,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Chris Corsano,
Thompson Twins,
FM Einheit,
Das Ding,
Crooked Eye,
Soul Sonic Force,
LL Cool J,
Wings,
Excepter,
Desert Stars,
Cluster,
Radio Birdman,
PIL,
Carl Craig,
MDC,
The Knickerbockers,
Todd Rundgren,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.