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 Belarus and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sällskapet to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a harpsichord and a guitar 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 clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Brand Nubian,
T.S.O.L.,
Radiohead,
Iggy Pop,
Pussy Galore,
John Lydon,
Franke,
Gastr Del Sol,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Vladislav Delay,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Morten Harket,
Rakim,
Public Image Ltd.,
Anthony Braxton,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Alison Limerick,
The Grass Roots,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Malaria!,
Robert Görl,
Hot Snakes,
One Last Wish,
New York Dolls,
Ituana,
Scientists,
Ronnie Foster,
Ken Boothe,
Kevin Saunderson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fatback Band,
Lightning Bolt,
Jandek,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Bar-Kays,
Visage,
Cecil Taylor,
The New Christs,
Frankie Knuckles,
Technova,
Deakin,
Crispian St. Peters,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mary Jane Girls,
Arab on Radar,
Mo-Dettes,
The Durutti Column,
Quadrant,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Tommy Roe,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Faraquet,
CMW,
Icehouse,
The Saints,
Chrome,
Bluetip,
Eurythmics,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.