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 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Minor Threat to the funk 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb 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 a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
The Misunderstood,
EPMD,
Sandy B,
Quando Quango,
Minutemen,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sun Ra,
Arab on Radar,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Angry Samoans,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bush Tetras,
Ponytail,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Babytalk,
La Düsseldorf,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Moebius,
Aloha Tigers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Cal Tjader,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sarah Menescal,
Todd Terry,
Absolute Body Control,
Ludus,
Arthur Verocai,
Eden Ahbez,
Mandrill,
Tim Buckley,
The Techniques,
Johnny Clarke,
Eric Dolphy,
Fat Boys,
John Cale,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Black Flag,
Al Stewart,
Suburban Knight,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
ABBA,
Bill Wells,
Kenny Larkin,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Velvet Underground,
The Trojans,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Amon Düül,
E-Dancer,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cybotron,
Eddi Front,
Marine Girls,
Siglo XX,
Groovy Waters,
Lightning Bolt,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fort Wilson Riot,
DNA,
Supertramp,
Graham Central Station,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.