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 Canada and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Ossler to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skriet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
Toni Rubio,
John Foxx,
Colin Newman,
The Martian,
Suicide,
JFA,
Eric Dolphy,
The Selecter,
Main Source,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Procol Harum,
Fear,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Happenings,
Motorama,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Moebius,
Minny Pops,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Whodini,
Glambeats Corp.,
Severed Heads,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pussy Galore,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
June Days,
Con Funk Shun,
Kool Moe Dee,
Barbara Tucker,
Jeru the Damaja,
Visage,
The Trojans,
Blossom Toes,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bob Dylan,
Q and Not U,
Peter and Kerry,
Bronski Beat,
Ituana,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The J.B.'s,
Warsaw,
48th St. Collective,
Heaven 17,
The Divine Comedy,
Porter Ricks,
Circle Jerks,
Bauhaus,
The Buckinghams,
Sound Behaviour,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
D'Angelo,
Barrington Levy,
The Smoke,
Carl Craig,
Guru Guru,
Agitation Free,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.