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 Gambia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mumbai.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Mission of Burma to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 marimba and an oboe 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 a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Banda Bassotti,
Flipper,
Drexciya,
The Smiths,
Soft Machine,
Sun Ra,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Althea and Donna,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Don Cherry,
MC5,
Pere Ubu,
Agitation Free,
The Neon Judgement,
The American Breed,
The Blackbyrds,
Johnny Clarke,
Sister Nancy,
The Buckinghams,
Aswad,
The Monks,
L. Decosne,
Darondo,
Lower 48,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Average White Band,
The Grass Roots,
Mission of Burma,
Tubeway Army,
U.S. Maple,
The Happenings,
Bluetip,
F. McDonald,
Pet Shop Boys,
Wally Richardson,
Spandau Ballet,
Brick,
Lalann,
Blancmange,
Joey Negro,
Rites of Spring,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gichy Dan,
Fela Kuti,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Faust,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
T.S.O.L.,
Warsaw,
Pussy Galore,
Unwound,
New Age Steppers,
Deadbeat,
Mars,
Lakeside,
DNA,
X-102,
Symarip,
Metal Thangz,
David McCallum,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.