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 Spain and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator 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 arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Mo-Dettes,
Marvin Gaye,
Piero Umiliani,
Sixth Finger,
The Doors,
Nation of Ulysses,
Groovy Waters,
Infiniti,
The Happenings,
Audionom,
Echospace,
Althea and Donna,
Derrick Morgan,
Zero Boys,
Desert Stars,
Matthew Bourne,
Average White Band,
K-Klass,
Roger Hodgson,
Bill Near,
Godley & Creme,
Model 500,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Fortunes,
Tomorrow,
Tres Demented,
Symarip,
Warren Ellis,
Magma,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fat Boys,
Aloha Tigers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gichy Dan,
Gang Green,
Smog,
Todd Rundgren,
Jerry Gold Smith,
James White and The Blacks,
Henry Cow,
Erasure,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Drexciya,
Young Marble Giants,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
ABBA,
The Detroit Cobras,
Boz Scaggs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Electric Prunes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eddi Front,
Accadde A,
Junior Murvin,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Arcadia,
Kenny Larkin,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.