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 Iceland and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Cure to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe 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 linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Soulsonic Force,
Suburban Knight,
Susan Cadogan,
Kerrie Biddell,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Dual Sessions,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Motions,
Blossom Toes,
Grauzone,
The Fortunes,
Joe Finger,
Malaria!,
Infiniti,
Maurizio,
Interpol,
Kevin Saunderson,
John Foxx,
Althea and Donna,
Soft Machine,
Heaven 17,
Excepter,
Minny Pops,
Rotary Connection,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Animal Collective,
Vladislav Delay,
Fatback Band,
Cecil Taylor,
Fad Gadget,
Blake Baxter,
Joey Negro,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jandek,
Scott Walker,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Make Up,
Barrington Levy,
Pole,
Letta Mbulu,
Arab on Radar,
Mark Hollis,
Moss Icon,
Barbara Tucker,
Slave,
The Sound,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Cameo,
Connie Case,
T. Rex,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
48th St. Collective,
Pylon,
Neil Young,
Theoretical Girls,
China Crisis,
Ituana,
Cheater Slicks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.