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 Mongolia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Milan.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Danielle Patucci to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ 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 sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Swans,
Vladislav Delay,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Magazine,
Desert Stars,
Black Pus,
Subhumans,
Drexciya,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Soft Cell,
The Black Dice,
Minor Threat,
Glambeats Corp.,
Barrington Levy,
Guru Guru,
John Foxx,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Easy Going,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Inner City,
Bob Dylan,
Masters at Work,
Juan Atkins,
Letta Mbulu,
The United States of America,
Second Layer,
China Crisis,
Sex Pistols,
48th St. Collective,
The Zeros,
Soul II Soul,
Tubeway Army,
Janne Schatter,
Curtis Mayfield,
Depeche Mode,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Prince Buster,
X-101,
Marine Girls,
Popol Vuh,
The Gladiators,
The Walker Brothers,
The Saints,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Pretty Things,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pharoah Sanders,
Hasil Adkins,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Simply Red,
Aaron Thompson,
Eddi Front,
Glenn Branca,
Funky Four + One,
PIL,
The Mummies,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.