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 Malaysia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Ituana to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin 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 harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Mandrill,
Khruangbin,
Qualms,
Kaleidoscope,
Half Japanese,
Sugar Minott,
Radiopuhelimet,
Quando Quango,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Barrington Levy,
The Dirtbombs,
Minnie Riperton,
The Selecter,
Little Man,
Lou Christie,
Mission of Burma,
cv313,
The Martian,
Heaven 17,
Cybotron,
Oneida,
Gang Starr,
Banda Bassotti,
The J.B.'s,
X-Ray Spex,
The Smiths,
Eddi Front,
The Trojans,
Funky Four + One,
In Retrospect,
Barbara Tucker,
Soulsonic Force,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Gories,
Rufus Thomas,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Television Personalities,
Suburban Knight,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Quantec,
Public Enemy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Loose Ends,
Surgeon,
Television,
Jacob Miller,
Donny Hathaway,
Peter and Kerry,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ronan,
Goldenarms,
Magazine,
Roxy Music,
Radio Birdman,
Lightning Bolt,
Minny Pops,
Icehouse,
Laurel Aitken,
The Moody Blues,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.