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 Mali and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Alton Ellis to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes 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 a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Main Source,
Half Japanese,
Bobby Sherman,
Faust,
Pantaleimon,
The Techniques,
The Monks,
Agent Orange,
Television Personalities,
Hot Snakes,
The Red Krayola,
Skaos,
New York Dolls,
JFA,
Gichy Dan,
Peter and Kerry,
Supertramp,
Barry Ungar,
Inner City,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Black Dice,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Michelle Simonal,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rhythm & Sound,
Niagra,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Joensuu 1685,
Crime,
Pierre Henry,
Godley & Creme,
Circle Jerks,
Scott Walker,
Stockholm Monsters,
X-102,
Groovy Waters,
Whodini,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Fortunes,
The Remains,
Accadde A,
Popol Vuh,
One Last Wish,
Flipper,
Ronan,
Oneida,
Absolute Body Control,
Kool Moe Dee,
Harpers Bizarre,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Thompson Twins,
Aswad,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Cure,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Qualms,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pagans,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.