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 Tunisia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the dance 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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare 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 mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
The Barracudas,
June of 44,
Flash Fearless,
Whodini,
Juan Atkins,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Chrome,
Gichy Dan,
Smog,
Amon Düül,
the Sonics,
The Gladiators,
The Blackbyrds,
Dawn Penn,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ronnie Foster,
Soul Sonic Force,
JFA,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Schoolly D,
48th St. Collective,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sugar Minott,
Donald Byrd,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Stiv Bators,
Harry Pussy,
The Index,
Sun Ra,
Boz Scaggs,
Charles Mingus,
Alice Coltrane,
the Association,
Absolute Body Control,
Alton Ellis,
James White and The Blacks,
The Associates,
Minnie Riperton,
Loose Ends,
Faraquet,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Hasil Adkins,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sällskapet,
Don Cherry,
The Electric Prunes,
Godley & Creme,
Nik Kershaw,
Marmalade,
Al Stewart,
Arthur Verocai,
Susan Cadogan,
Marvin Gaye,
Bang On A Can,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.