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 Ghana and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Spokane.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Sandy B to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 sitar and an arpeggiator 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 snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Sparks,
The Seeds,
Gang Starr,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Blackbyrds,
Minor Threat,
Mark Hollis,
Ponytail,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gang of Four,
The Searchers,
Tubeway Army,
Cal Tjader,
Blancmange,
Joey Negro,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Robert Görl,
Tom Boy,
June Days,
Half Japanese,
Slick Rick,
Dennis Brown,
A Certain Ratio,
David McCallum,
Vladislav Delay,
Whodini,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ronnie Foster,
Barry Ungar,
Radio Birdman,
The Stooges,
Hardrive,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mo-Dettes,
David Axelrod,
Terry Callier,
Moss Icon,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gabor Szabo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Amon Düül,
Lower 48,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Zeros,
Yaz,
Ossler,
This Heat,
Unrelated Segments,
Godley & Creme,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Erykah Badu,
Liliput,
Sällskapet,
Schoolly D,
Franke,
The Slackers,
Arthur Verocai,
The Happenings,
Ash Ra Tempel,
David Bowie,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.