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 Haiti and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the marimba 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 Boz Scaggs to the grunge 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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb 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 guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Unwound,
Dorothy Ashby,
Barry Ungar,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Essential Logic,
Eric Dolphy,
Hasil Adkins,
Buzzcocks,
Pierre Henry,
The Standells,
Drexciya,
T.S.O.L.,
Gang Gang Dance,
Stockholm Monsters,
Todd Terry,
Brothers Johnson,
The Slits,
Sun Ra,
Schoolly D,
Toni Rubio,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Cowsills,
Man Parrish,
Glenn Branca,
Panda Bear,
EPMD,
Maurizio,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Alarm Clocks,
Quando Quango,
MDC,
Rotary Connection,
John Cale,
Joe Smooth,
Franke,
Bootsy Collins,
Pet Shop Boys,
Charles Mingus,
Mark Hollis,
Mission of Burma,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Dave Gahan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Simply Red,
Godley & Creme,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cal Tjader,
The Velvet Underground,
Deepchord,
Jacques Brel,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Grauzone,
Suburban Knight,
Basic Channel,
Pylon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Crime,
Eddi Front,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.