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 Japan and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Darondo to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin 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 arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Skaos,
New Order,
Hoover,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Cal Tjader,
Byron Stingily,
Royal Trux,
Crime,
Accadde A,
Roxette,
Delta 5,
FM Einheit,
Gang Gang Dance,
Tim Buckley,
The Motions,
Chris Corsano,
Underground Resistance,
Jacques Brel,
Absolute Body Control,
New Age Steppers,
Judy Mowatt,
Swell Maps,
Marc Almond,
Bobby Byrd,
The Doobie Brothers,
Maleditus Sound,
Soft Machine,
Basic Channel,
Tropical Tobacco,
Y Pants,
Grandmaster Flash,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fad Gadget,
Ornette Coleman,
The Fuzztones,
Brass Construction,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Soul Sonic Force,
Depeche Mode,
Spoonie Gee,
The Star Department,
Unwound,
Anthony Braxton,
Metal Thangz,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Stetsasonic,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ossler,
Faust,
The Fall,
The Martian,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sixth Finger,
Tres Demented,
Symarip,
Silicon Teens,
The Mummies,
EPMD,
UT,
Livin' Joy,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.