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 Cameroon and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Smog to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb 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 sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Ash Ra Tempel,
John Coltrane,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Harmonia,
The Litter,
The Fuzztones,
Gang of Four,
The Real Kids,
World's Most,
Scott Walker,
Peter & Gordon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Gories,
Gichy Dan,
KRS-One,
Public Enemy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Duran Duran,
Anthony Braxton,
JFA,
Grauzone,
AZ,
The Motions,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Slave,
The United States of America,
The Sound,
The Barracudas,
The Divine Comedy,
Goldenarms,
Deepchord,
ABC,
Smog,
Mandrill,
The Angels of Light,
Flash Fearless,
David Bowie,
John Foxx,
Fugazi,
Thee Headcoats,
Alison Limerick,
The Gladiators,
Scion,
Porter Ricks,
8 Eyed Spy,
MDC,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Godley & Creme,
Scratch Acid,
Roy Ayers,
Simply Red,
Joy Division,
Lightning Bolt,
The Techniques,
Monks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Johnny Osbourne,
Reuben Wilson,
D'Angelo,
The Grass Roots,
Siglo XX,
Cecil Taylor,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.