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 Turkey 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Robert Hood to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare 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 chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Main Source,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Trojans,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bluetip,
Althea and Donna,
The Techniques,
Rod Modell,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Interpol,
the Sonics,
Soft Cell,
Los Fastidios,
Freddie Wadling,
David McCallum,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Grass Roots,
Ituana,
Grey Daturas,
Maleditus Sound,
PIL,
Amon Düül,
Bob Dylan,
The Knickerbockers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Leonard Cohen,
Barbara Tucker,
Das Ding,
Outsiders,
ABC,
Flamin' Groovies,
Skaos,
Swell Maps,
Cecil Taylor,
Qualms,
Robert Wyatt,
K-Klass,
Marvin Gaye,
Hot Snakes,
Derrick Morgan,
Jacob Miller,
Brass Construction,
Cameo,
Sexual Harrassment,
Tears for Fears,
Joensuu 1685,
Pussy Galore,
Aloha Tigers,
Minutemen,
Neu!,
The Fire Engines,
Animal Collective,
Al Stewart,
Tomorrow,
Ten City,
Joe Smooth,
AZ,
The Zeros,
Alison Limerick,
The Dave Clark Five,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.