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 Syria and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Columbus.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator 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 an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Severed Heads,
Black Pus,
Swell Maps,
Suicide,
Neil Young,
Janne Schatter,
Stereo Dub,
Monks,
The Fortunes,
Half Japanese,
Magma,
PIL,
The Durutti Column,
Kevin Saunderson,
Arcadia,
Main Source,
Scion,
Icehouse,
Sun Ra,
U.S. Maple,
The Fall,
Grandmaster Flash,
Deakin,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pere Ubu,
Derrick Morgan,
The Seeds,
John Lydon,
Rotary Connection,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sam Rivers,
Dennis Brown,
New York Dolls,
Jawbox,
Suburban Knight,
KRS-One,
Monolake,
Qualms,
Bobby Womack,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Invisible,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Beau Brummels,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Blossom Toes,
Fela Kuti,
The Selecter,
Fat Boys,
Sixth Finger,
Bob Dylan,
Max Romeo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Cheater Slicks,
In Retrospect,
Moebius,
David McCallum,
Joe Smooth,
Alice Coltrane,
The Slackers,
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.