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 Seychelles and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 rhodes and a mellotron 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 snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Tears for Fears,
Sam Rivers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Faraquet,
The Zeros,
E-Dancer,
Leonard Cohen,
Whodini,
a-ha,
Black Pus,
Bobby Womack,
Harry Pussy,
Gabor Szabo,
Boz Scaggs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Delta 5,
The Mighty Diamonds,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eric Copeland,
Brass Construction,
Donny Hathaway,
Goldenarms,
The Skatalites,
Royal Trux,
Johnny Clarke,
X-Ray Spex,
Black Sheep,
Kaleidoscope,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Brick,
Lungfish,
David McCallum,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Joyce Sims,
Sound Behaviour,
Ronan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bauhaus,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Real Kids,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bronski Beat,
Swell Maps,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lakeside,
Black Flag,
Drexciya,
Eden Ahbez,
The Kinks,
Robert Görl,
Nils Olav,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eve St. Jones,
The Cramps,
The Slackers,
Newcleus,
Mark Hollis,
Brand Nubian,
Aswad,
Barclay James Harvest,
Carl Craig,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.