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 Nauru and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Albert Ayler to the techno 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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin 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 snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
T.S.O.L.,
Radio Birdman,
Circle Jerks,
FM Einheit,
Alton Ellis,
Mr. Review,
The Associates,
Blossom Toes,
World's Most,
Eve St. Jones,
Agent Orange,
Avey Tare,
Dennis Brown,
Bad Manners,
Mandrill,
The Litter,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Skarface,
Erasure,
Glenn Branca,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jawbox,
Crispian St. Peters,
These Immortal Souls,
Niagra,
Unwound,
Scion,
Stiv Bators,
Sun Ra,
Marc Almond,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
D'Angelo,
Darondo,
Second Layer,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
EPMD,
Gang Green,
Jerry Gold Smith,
UT,
Ohio Players,
Metal Thangz,
Flash Fearless,
In Retrospect,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bob Dylan,
The Sound,
Marshall Jefferson,
Radiohead,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sarah Menescal,
Sixth Finger,
Con Funk Shun,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Grandmaster Flash,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.