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 Georgia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Scrapy 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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba 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 spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lou Reed,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Remains,
Simply Red,
Stiv Bators,
Sixth Finger,
Heaven 17,
The Searchers,
Davy DMX,
Second Layer,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jacob Miller,
Ronan,
Franke,
Monks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Young Marble Giants,
Amon Düül,
D'Angelo,
The Move,
Prince Buster,
Fatback Band,
Organ,
Black Moon,
Radiohead,
Oblivians,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Quantec,
a-ha,
Roy Ayers,
Shoche,
Lakeside,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Flipper,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Star Department,
Rufus Thomas,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
Swell Maps,
The Skatalites,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Grey Daturas,
The Smiths,
The Blackbyrds,
The Sonics,
Masters at Work,
Minor Threat,
Average White Band,
Tim Buckley,
Deadbeat,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Black Dice,
Kurtis Blow,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Outsiders,
F. McDonald,
The Smoke,
Yazoo,
Can,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.