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 Turkmenistan and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Crooked Eye to the funk 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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar 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 chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Technova,
Colin Newman,
The Seeds,
Von Mondo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
Max Romeo,
Amon Düül,
The Happenings,
Amazonics,
Magazine,
Gichy Dan,
Rekid,
Harpers Bizarre,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pierre Henry,
Dark Day,
Royal Trux,
Neil Young,
Livin' Joy,
Pole,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Niagra,
cv313,
Darondo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
F. McDonald,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mark Hollis,
Goldenarms,
Gang Green,
Rosa Yemen,
Kool Moe Dee,
Anthony Braxton,
The Zeros,
Youth Brigade,
Eden Ahbez,
Brothers Johnson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Stockholm Monsters,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
A Certain Ratio,
Yellowson,
Talk Talk,
Popol Vuh,
Grandmaster Flash,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
China Crisis,
Stiv Bators,
Japan,
Eve St. Jones,
X-102,
Sparks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Aloha Tigers,
The Birthday Party,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.