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 Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Camouflage to the funk 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 The Residents. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer 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 grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ 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 clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Heaven 17,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kerri Chandler,
Intrusion,
Babytalk,
Dawn Penn,
LL Cool J,
L. Decosne,
Pagans,
Eden Ahbez,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Kinks,
Dead Boys,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Raincoats,
Danielle Patucci,
Howard Jones,
Connie Case,
Vainqueur,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lyres,
Byron Stingily,
Quando Quango,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
One Last Wish,
Yellowson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
June Days,
Scott Walker,
Tears for Fears,
Ultra Naté,
Bauhaus,
Bill Wells,
Susan Cadogan,
Kool Moe Dee,
Saccharine Trust,
The Fugs,
Flash Fearless,
Laurel Aitken,
Agent Orange,
X-Ray Spex,
Ronnie Foster,
H. Thieme,
Letta Mbulu,
Drexciya,
Jandek,
Mantronix,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Livin' Joy,
Brand Nubian,
Aloha Tigers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Flipper,
Thompson Twins,
Arab on Radar,
Television,
Lucky Dragons,
ABBA,
Stockholm Monsters,
James White and The Blacks,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.