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 Senegal and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
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 Nation of Ulysses to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron 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 synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
The Cramps,
Gastr Del Sol,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Drexciya,
Moss Icon,
Ludus,
Fat Boys,
Idris Muhammad,
Tropical Tobacco,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Agent Orange,
Stereo Dub,
Scion,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Mojo Men,
John Holt,
X-Ray Spex,
Blossom Toes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jawbox,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bush Tetras,
Anakelly,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eurythmics,
Television,
World's Most,
Roy Ayers,
Audionom,
The Saints,
Johnny Osbourne,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Crispian St. Peters,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Monks,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Dead C,
Negative Approach,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Average White Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gang Starr,
Minnie Riperton,
Eddi Front,
Minor Threat,
Susan Cadogan,
Subhumans,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jandek,
Alice Coltrane,
Lyres,
Quando Quango,
Delta 5,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tomorrow,
The Five Americans,
The Gun Club,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
T.S.O.L.,
Maleditus Sound,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.