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 Kuwait and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Siglo XX to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet 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 mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Country Teasers,
Nik Kershaw,
The Blackbyrds,
The Litter,
The Gories,
Fela Kuti,
Tomorrow,
Aaron Thompson,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sarah Menescal,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Nas,
Dorothy Ashby,
Man Parrish,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The United States of America,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Throbbing Gristle,
Derrick Morgan,
Parry Music,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Cramps,
Cameo,
The Selecter,
Quantec,
Public Enemy,
Faraquet,
Zero Boys,
Youth Brigade,
Nirvana,
Terry Callier,
Half Japanese,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Talk Talk,
Banda Bassotti,
Johnny Clarke,
Alice Coltrane,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Walker Brothers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Alison Limerick,
Leonard Cohen,
Black Bananas,
Cymande,
Tears for Fears,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Victims,
48th St. Collective,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Josef K,
Arthur Verocai,
Aural Exciters,
ABC,
The Associates,
The Remains,
The Vogues,
the Swans,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.