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 Kiribati and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 rhodes 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the techno 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 The Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin 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 chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Au Pairs,
Suburban Knight,
Andrew Hill,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Tim Buckley,
Howard Jones,
The Zeros,
Scratch Acid,
Frankie Knuckles,
Essential Logic,
The Buckinghams,
Animal Collective,
Soul Sonic Force,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Mojo Men,
The Smiths,
Sun Ra,
The Knickerbockers,
Crime,
Carl Craig,
MC5,
Underground Resistance,
the Germs,
Franke,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
E-Dancer,
Quadrant,
The Gories,
Yellowson,
Sarah Menescal,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Magma,
Bill Near,
EPMD,
MDC,
Robert Hood,
Skriet,
Janne Schatter,
Blake Baxter,
Pet Shop Boys,
Theoretical Girls,
Severed Heads,
Dorothy Ashby,
Terry Callier,
B.T. Express,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Alphaville,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Morten Harket,
Schoolly D,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Television,
Loose Ends,
Lungfish,
The Cure,
Lower 48,
Sam Rivers,
Piero Umiliani,
Von Mondo,
Skarface,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.