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 Tajikistan and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Evens to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet 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 synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Sällskapet,
Albert Ayler,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Maurizio,
This Heat,
Jerry Gold Smith,
New Age Steppers,
Pylon,
Mary Jane Girls,
Crime,
Bang On A Can,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Oblivians,
Fela Kuti,
Metal Thangz,
Michelle Simonal,
Wolf Eyes,
Amon Düül,
Bad Manners,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
10cc,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Judy Mowatt,
Alton Ellis,
The J.B.'s,
Lalo Schifrin,
Harry Pussy,
Josef K,
Subhumans,
New York Dolls,
Barbara Tucker,
The Birthday Party,
Johnny Clarke,
Man Parrish,
Flamin' Groovies,
Roxy Music,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Young Rascals,
The Sonics,
The Cure,
The Martian,
The Litter,
Visage,
Pierre Henry,
Wally Richardson,
Rotary Connection,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fat Boys,
Sight & Sound,
Severed Heads,
James White and The Blacks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kerri Chandler,
Godley & Creme,
Essential Logic,
Gil Scott Heron,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Fortunes,
Public Image Ltd.,
Archie Shepp,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.