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 Dominica and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Durutti Column to the techno 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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day 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 rhodes and a 808 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 marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Quadrant,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jacques Brel,
Toni Rubio,
Aaron Thompson,
Sister Nancy,
Black Bananas,
X-101,
Negative Approach,
The Smoke,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rufus Thomas,
The Associates,
the Association,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Clear Light,
Quantec,
Young Marble Giants,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kaleidoscope,
Infiniti,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Fortunes,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Real Kids,
Flash Fearless,
Eurythmics,
Letta Mbulu,
a-ha,
Bad Manners,
Malaria!,
Stetsasonic,
Animal Collective,
Q65,
DJ Sneak,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Whodini,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tears for Fears,
Y Pants,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lee Hazlewood,
Robert Görl,
Monolake,
Swans,
Jawbox,
Eddi Front,
The Searchers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
New York Dolls,
Jerry's Kids,
Altered Images,
David Axelrod,
Pantytec,
Neu!,
Gong,
The Martian,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.