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 Nicaragua and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in 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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the theremin 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 Curtis Mayfield to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator 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 theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Dark Day,
Barry Ungar,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Roy Ayers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Little Man,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Toni Rubio,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Delon & Dalcan,
Alice Coltrane,
Donny Hathaway,
Make Up,
Neu!,
Monolake,
The Cure,
Sun Ra,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jerry's Kids,
Urselle,
Big Daddy Kane,
Johnny Clarke,
June Days,
La Düsseldorf,
Alison Limerick,
Minutemen,
Cymande,
The American Breed,
The Modern Lovers,
PIL,
Boredoms,
the Swans,
kango's stein massive,
The Beau Brummels,
Eric Dolphy,
Brass Construction,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Dead C,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Electric Prunes,
Quantec,
Gabor Szabo,
Altered Images,
Scrapy,
L. Decosne,
Fad Gadget,
Easy Going,
The Techniques,
Circle Jerks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eurythmics,
The Evens,
Thee Headcoats,
Whodini,
Yusef Lateef,
Bob Dylan,
Bronski Beat,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Siglo XX,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.