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 London.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 808 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 Crooked Eye to the electroclash 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 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 synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Angry Samoans,
Leonard Cohen,
Suicide,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Matthew Bourne,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Black Flag,
T.S.O.L.,
Hoover,
EPMD,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Byron Stingily,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Swans,
Cheater Slicks,
Maurizio,
Rites of Spring,
The Young Rascals,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mission of Burma,
Kerrie Biddell,
Easy Going,
Drive Like Jehu,
Desert Stars,
The Remains,
Negative Approach,
Robert Hood,
L. Decosne,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Interpol,
Fat Boys,
Rapeman,
Sight & Sound,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The American Breed,
David Axelrod,
New York Dolls,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Wasted Youth,
Jeff Mills,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Black Moon,
48th St. Collective,
Make Up,
Bauhaus,
Wally Richardson,
The Buckinghams,
Gichy Dan,
Bizarre Inc.,
Smog,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ralphi Rosario,
Shoche,
The Doobie Brothers,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.