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 Guinea-Bissau and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the grunge 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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 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 snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Echospace,
KRS-One,
Warren Ellis,
The Divine Comedy,
Robert Hood,
Liliput,
Bad Manners,
Marc Almond,
Parry Music,
Stiv Bators,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pantytec,
Marshall Jefferson,
Livin' Joy,
Vainqueur,
the Sonics,
Negative Approach,
Eric Dolphy,
Schoolly D,
Laurel Aitken,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
China Crisis,
Matthew Halsall,
The Star Department,
World's Most,
MC5,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Amazonics,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ralphi Rosario,
June of 44,
Kurtis Blow,
Ludus,
The Fortunes,
The Searchers,
Fad Gadget,
Television Personalities,
Judy Mowatt,
Bush Tetras,
Black Sheep,
David McCallum,
Tom Boy,
Ice-T,
Aural Exciters,
The Moleskins,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
One Last Wish,
Visage,
New Age Steppers,
Boredoms,
New Order,
ABC,
Stockholm Monsters,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Association,
The Leaves,
Fat Boys,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
A Certain Ratio,
H. Thieme,
Lightning Bolt,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.