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 Vanuatu and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Scan 7 to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron 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 theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Porter Ricks,
Minor Threat,
One Last Wish,
Pylon,
Das Ding,
DNA,
Adolescents,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
L. Decosne,
The Velvet Underground,
The Angels of Light,
Jacob Miller,
Sparks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Saints,
The Barracudas,
Wolf Eyes,
Hashim,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Boz Scaggs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Associates,
The Dead C,
Stiv Bators,
New York Dolls,
Wasted Youth,
Pierre Henry,
Bobbi Humphrey,
X-102,
Television,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Accadde A,
The Five Americans,
Con Funk Shun,
The Sound,
Barrington Levy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Joyce Sims,
Graham Central Station,
The Music Machine,
Gang of Four,
Soft Machine,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Outsiders,
Slick Rick,
Ituana,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Country Teasers,
Guru Guru,
Sun City Girls,
Soul Sonic Force,
Joe Smooth,
Average White Band,
Oblivians,
World's Most,
Harmonia,
Faust,
Mars,
Rotary Connection,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.