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 Barbados and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Paris.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the marimba 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 Aswad to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin 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 synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
The Seeds,
Buzzcocks,
Bob Dylan,
The Dead C,
Bluetip,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jacob Miller,
Faust,
Susan Cadogan,
Half Japanese,
Massinfluence,
The Sonics,
Desert Stars,
The Divine Comedy,
Skarface,
Soft Machine,
The Slits,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Misunderstood,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Skatalites,
The Index,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lou Christie,
Negative Approach,
Black Sheep,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Morten Harket,
The Black Dice,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Doors,
Banda Bassotti,
Technova,
Aural Exciters,
Ice-T,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kayak,
Television Personalities,
Fugazi,
The Beau Brummels,
Jandek,
Junior Murvin,
Alphaville,
The Vogues,
Shoche,
Tommy Roe,
JFA,
The Pretty Things,
Suburban Knight,
Ronan,
The Fall,
Nils Olav,
Flipper,
Eve St. Jones,
The Gories,
Pantytec,
DJ Style,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.