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 Spain and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Seoul.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Quando Quango to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 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 clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
DNA,
Warsaw,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Clear Light,
Bang On A Can,
Hardrive,
Lower 48,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Gap Band,
Piero Umiliani,
Porter Ricks,
Donny Hathaway,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Stetsasonic,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kaleidoscope,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kevin Saunderson,
One Last Wish,
X-102,
Electric Prunes,
Scion,
The Cramps,
The Moleskins,
The Fall,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gabor Szabo,
MC5,
Todd Rundgren,
Rufus Thomas,
Rapeman,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Sound,
Roger Hodgson,
Leonard Cohen,
Marmalade,
The Slackers,
Mr. Review,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Qualms,
The Trojans,
Reuben Wilson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Martian,
Isaac Hayes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ludus,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
FM Einheit,
Sun Ra,
Country Teasers,
Archie Shepp,
Smog,
Schoolly D,
Radiopuhelimet,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.