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 Kazakhstan and from London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb 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 güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Glambeats Corp.,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pantaleimon,
June of 44,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Shuggie Otis,
Pet Shop Boys,
Brand Nubian,
Eddi Front,
Depeche Mode,
The Moleskins,
Swans,
Mo-Dettes,
Lalann,
Minutemen,
The Wake,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Black Dice,
Pierre Henry,
L. Decosne,
Ralphi Rosario,
Adolescents,
Kaleidoscope,
Frankie Knuckles,
Robert Hood,
Organ,
Von Mondo,
Spoonie Gee,
Todd Rundgren,
Graham Central Station,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
New Order,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kevin Saunderson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Dual Sessions,
Peter and Kerry,
The Grass Roots,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mandrill,
The Martian,
Gang of Four,
Accadde A,
Laurel Aitken,
Lou Christie,
The Birthday Party,
Kayak,
Drexciya,
Royal Trux,
Yaz,
Sällskapet,
Fat Boys,
Eden Ahbez,
Symarip,
In Retrospect,
Marc Almond,
Skarface,
Arthur Verocai,
Model 500,
Minnie Riperton,
Dennis Brown,
The Fuzztones,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.