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 Nicaragua and from Paris.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the sitar 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 Desert Stars to the rap 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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ 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 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Echospace,
Niagra,
Glambeats Corp.,
Panda Bear,
a-ha,
Bobby Sherman,
Joey Negro,
T.S.O.L.,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fat Boys,
Supertramp,
Y Pants,
Rufus Thomas,
The Fuzztones,
Todd Terry,
The Victims,
The Stooges,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
U.S. Maple,
Funky Four + One,
Livin' Joy,
Can,
Eric Dolphy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Reagan Youth,
Black Moon,
Siglo XX,
Don Cherry,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Scratch Acid,
Robert Hood,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Hoover,
Smog,
The Mojo Men,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mad Mike,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Swans,
Gerry Rafferty,
Cal Tjader,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ossler,
The Fortunes,
The Happenings,
Faust,
Amon Düül II,
Thompson Twins,
The Seeds,
June Days,
Heaven 17,
Bobby Womack,
The Blackbyrds,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rekid,
Spoonie Gee,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.