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 St Lucia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 David Axelrod to the funk 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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 snare and a rhodes 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 linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Kaleidoscope,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fluxion,
The Grass Roots,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Faraquet,
Ornette Coleman,
Blake Baxter,
The Gories,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Black Bananas,
Steve Hackett,
Eli Mardock,
Robert Görl,
Pantytec,
Sparks,
Los Fastidios,
Arcadia,
The Offenders,
The Residents,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
In Retrospect,
Brand Nubian,
Bizarre Inc.,
John Foxx,
Mo-Dettes,
LL Cool J,
Cheater Slicks,
Piero Umiliani,
F. McDonald,
Hot Snakes,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Seeds,
Arab on Radar,
Swell Maps,
Intrusion,
Eve St. Jones,
the Germs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Flesh Eaters,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Deadbeat,
This Heat,
The Five Americans,
Cluster,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Smiths,
Alice Coltrane,
Kurtis Blow,
Excepter,
Brothers Johnson,
Cybotron,
Pharoah Sanders,
Make Up,
Circle Jerks,
The Stooges,
Thee Headcoats,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Alison Limerick,
Mad Mike,
New York Dolls,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.