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 Estonia and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 John Coltrane to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 spring reverb and a theremin 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 organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Vainqueur,
Davy DMX,
Connie Case,
Andrew Hill,
Royal Trux,
Flash Fearless,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
DNA,
kango's stein massive,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tim Buckley,
Ossler,
Sun City Girls,
Flamin' Groovies,
Throbbing Gristle,
Spoonie Gee,
These Immortal Souls,
Eddi Front,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Henry Cow,
The Evens,
The Techniques,
Echospace,
Lalo Schifrin,
Circle Jerks,
Ponytail,
Lindisfarne,
Marvin Gaye,
the Normal,
Electric Prunes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Joey Negro,
The Tremeloes,
Junior Murvin,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bill Near,
Letta Mbulu,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Zapp,
PIL,
Sonny Sharrock,
Deakin,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Soft Machine,
Girls At Our Best!,
Archie Shepp,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sun Ra,
Organ,
Pylon,
Lou Reed,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Accadde A,
Glenn Branca,
New Age Steppers,
Minny Pops,
Grey Daturas,
The Blackbyrds,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fugazi,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.