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 Cuba and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Jeff Lynne to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Be Bop Deluxe,
David McCallum,
Eric Dolphy,
Severed Heads,
Clear Light,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bill Wells,
The Fortunes,
Goldenarms,
Tommy Roe,
Parry Music,
Matthew Halsall,
Scientists,
Q and Not U,
Skarface,
Crash Course in Science,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jerry's Kids,
Letta Mbulu,
The Cramps,
Jandek,
Amazonics,
Chris & Cosey,
Funkadelic,
Spandau Ballet,
Accadde A,
Soft Cell,
Crime,
Alton Ellis,
Stockholm Monsters,
Easy Going,
Swell Maps,
The Gladiators,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Japan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Y Pants,
Isaac Hayes,
Tres Demented,
Joey Negro,
The United States of America,
Bush Tetras,
Laurel Aitken,
The Barracudas,
Warsaw,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Vainqueur,
Rakim,
The Monochrome Set,
Anthony Braxton,
Popol Vuh,
The Residents,
Fatback Band,
Rotary Connection,
Ralphi Rosario,
Intrusion,
Sight & Sound,
Liliput,
Monks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Wasted Youth,
Mo-Dettes,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.