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 Liechtenstein and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust 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 '50s 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 spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
D'Angelo,
Idris Muhammad,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lou Christie,
Avey Tare,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Searchers,
Talk Talk,
Traffic Nightmare,
Franke,
Country Teasers,
Youth Brigade,
Eurythmics,
Joey Negro,
Public Enemy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Barry Ungar,
Television Personalities,
Soft Machine,
Mark Hollis,
Wire,
Bobby Byrd,
Hoover,
Pantaleimon,
Arthur Verocai,
Deakin,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Nick Fraelich,
The Sound,
Ponytail,
The Doors,
The Invisible,
June of 44,
Silicon Teens,
The Gun Club,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Scott Walker,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Negative Approach,
Wasted Youth,
Basic Channel,
Alice Coltrane,
The Star Department,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Moby Grape,
Fort Wilson Riot,
X-Ray Spex,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bob Dylan,
Excepter,
Todd Rundgren,
Porter Ricks,
Jacob Miller,
Pulsallama,
DJ Sneak,
Sun Ra,
Drive Like Jehu,
Deadbeat,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.