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 Ireland and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Boredoms to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 harpsichord and a güiro 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 guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
T. Rex,
Nick Fraelich,
Joyce Sims,
Patti Smith,
Desert Stars,
Groovy Waters,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Reagan Youth,
Sällskapet,
David Bowie,
The Music Machine,
Public Image Ltd.,
X-Ray Spex,
Amon Düül II,
Bill Near,
Sarah Menescal,
New Age Steppers,
Popol Vuh,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bobby Womack,
Joey Negro,
Boogie Down Productions,
Royal Trux,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Los Fastidios,
Connie Case,
Gregory Isaacs,
Aural Exciters,
Todd Rundgren,
Sandy B,
Television Personalities,
Clear Light,
Minutemen,
The Gap Band,
the Swans,
The Misunderstood,
Terry Callier,
Rufus Thomas,
L. Decosne,
Underground Resistance,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Hoover,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Country Teasers,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Trojans,
Yazoo,
Fela Kuti,
Soulsonic Force,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mission of Burma,
F. McDonald,
Saccharine Trust,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Slave,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eric Copeland,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.