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 Belize 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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the rock 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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator 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 spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Jesper Dahlback,
Black Flag,
New Order,
Grey Daturas,
Ronan,
E-Dancer,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Das Ding,
Depeche Mode,
Niagra,
Nirvana,
The Motions,
Massinfluence,
Boz Scaggs,
Subhumans,
Trumans Water,
B.T. Express,
Black Pus,
Josef K,
Hardrive,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
LL Cool J,
Alphaville,
Robert Görl,
The Divine Comedy,
Peter & Gordon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
John Holt,
Excepter,
Liliput,
Anthony Braxton,
Radiopuhelimet,
Avey Tare,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Busters,
Slick Rick,
Fatback Band,
David Axelrod,
Wings,
the Swans,
Ludus,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Hasil Adkins,
The Velvet Underground,
Funky Four + One,
Gregory Isaacs,
Camouflage,
Young Marble Giants,
Bob Dylan,
Juan Atkins,
Mars,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Barrington Levy,
Kurtis Blow,
Buzzcocks,
Soul II Soul,
The Sonics,
The Monks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.