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 Sweden and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the 808 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 Albert Ayler to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Motions. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an arpeggiator and a marimba 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 rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Roy Ayers,
John Holt,
The Slackers,
Sound Behaviour,
The Saints,
DJ Style,
Barrington Levy,
Public Enemy,
John Lydon,
Fatback Band,
The Dirtbombs,
Mr. Review,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Porter Ricks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mantronix,
Harpers Bizarre,
In Retrospect,
The Searchers,
Terry Callier,
The Black Dice,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Tres Demented,
Scratch Acid,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Human League,
Ponytail,
A Certain Ratio,
Henry Cow,
Minor Threat,
The Sisters of Mercy,
This Heat,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ten City,
Alison Limerick,
Yellowson,
Gichy Dan,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rotary Connection,
Colin Newman,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Grauzone,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Residents,
Reagan Youth,
Agitation Free,
Kerri Chandler,
Eddi Front,
Mars,
Sister Nancy,
Harry Pussy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Joy Division,
Pierre Henry,
Yazoo,
World's Most,
Stockholm Monsters,
Index,
Godley & Creme,
L. Decosne,
Crooked Eye,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.