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 Ireland and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 synthesizer 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 Public Image Ltd. to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 linndrum 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 harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
LL Cool J,
The Human League,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jimmy McGriff,
Deepchord,
Crooked Eye,
Soft Machine,
Zapp,
Albert Ayler,
The Angels of Light,
Radiohead,
Roxy Music,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
KRS-One,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Amon Düül,
E-Dancer,
Lalann,
Neil Young,
Skarface,
Robert Wyatt,
Alton Ellis,
Maleditus Sound,
The New Christs,
Minutemen,
The Five Americans,
The Grass Roots,
Laurel Aitken,
Glenn Branca,
Spandau Ballet,
Eve St. Jones,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Liliput,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Panda Bear,
Black Flag,
A Certain Ratio,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Au Pairs,
The Happenings,
Eddi Front,
Index,
Sarah Menescal,
Arab on Radar,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mars,
Gang of Four,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sight & Sound,
Rites of Spring,
Funky Four + One,
The Standells,
Sugar Minott,
Con Funk Shun,
Hasil Adkins,
the Soft Cell,
The Remains,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.