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 Niger and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Beijing.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Mandrill to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin 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 an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
The Leaves,
Gang Starr,
Hoover,
Sixth Finger,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ludus,
Fifty Foot Hose,
World's Most,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Durutti Column,
Black Moon,
Kenny Larkin,
The Fire Engines,
The Monochrome Set,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Bar-Kays,
Nirvana,
Flash Fearless,
Lalann,
Gabor Szabo,
The Grass Roots,
F. McDonald,
Pere Ubu,
Rhythm & Sound,
Matthew Halsall,
Loose Ends,
Quadrant,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Cramps,
X-Ray Spex,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Black Sheep,
Aural Exciters,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ronan,
Wally Richardson,
Groovy Waters,
Eyeless In Gaza,
One Last Wish,
Ronnie Foster,
Minor Threat,
Robert Görl,
Soulsonic Force,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Deakin,
Funky Four + One,
The Dead C,
Morten Harket,
Patti Smith,
Todd Rundgren,
Don Cherry,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Knickerbockers,
Lou Christie,
Section 25,
Skaos,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.