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 Angola and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the snare 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 World's Most to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet 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 mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Max Romeo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Amon Düül II,
Heaven 17,
Mars,
Yazoo,
Parry Music,
Kerri Chandler,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kaleidoscope,
The Doors,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Shuggie Otis,
Moby Grape,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gabor Szabo,
Bootsy Collins,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rhythm & Sound,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jerry's Kids,
Stiv Bators,
The Gap Band,
Bad Manners,
Tres Demented,
Average White Band,
Black Sheep,
New Order,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Chris & Cosey,
Con Funk Shun,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Minny Pops,
Skarface,
Loose Ends,
Scan 7,
The Residents,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Newcleus,
Crispy Ambulance,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Livin' Joy,
Eve St. Jones,
Mr. Review,
Lalann,
Television,
One Last Wish,
Moss Icon,
Leonard Cohen,
The Walker Brothers,
Negative Approach,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Barracudas,
Charles Mingus,
Make Up,
Minnie Riperton,
Colin Newman,
Popol Vuh,
The Offenders,
The Star Department,
Gregory Isaacs,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.