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 Equatorial Guinea and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 clarinet 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 Eli Mardock to the rap 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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare 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 linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Joensuu 1685,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
JFA,
Outsiders,
The Count Five,
Steve Hackett,
Wire,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Animal Collective,
Royal Trux,
Slave,
MDC,
Zapp,
David Bowie,
Pierre Henry,
Quantec,
Quando Quango,
Deakin,
The Standells,
Sarah Menescal,
Gabor Szabo,
Nico,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Raincoats,
Aaron Thompson,
Morten Harket,
Graham Central Station,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nas,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eurythmics,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Godley & Creme,
Eddi Front,
Eric B and Rakim,
Crooked Eye,
Lindisfarne,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Detroit Cobras,
John Foxx,
Nik Kershaw,
Soulsonic Force,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kurtis Blow,
The Gap Band,
Babytalk,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Aloha Tigers,
Interpol,
Barrington Levy,
Hot Snakes,
Nirvana,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Moody Blues,
Alison Limerick,
Joey Negro,
Joy Division,
EPMD,
Procol Harum,
Dennis Brown,
Gil Scott Heron,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.