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 France and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Supertramp to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 clarinet and a sitar 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 spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Tears for Fears,
Excepter,
Nik Kershaw,
Surgeon,
The Dirtbombs,
Jacques Brel,
Minutemen,
Joe Smooth,
Con Funk Shun,
Dennis Brown,
Tomorrow,
The Detroit Cobras,
Stiv Bators,
Slick Rick,
Quadrant,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lower 48,
Thompson Twins,
The American Breed,
Jandek,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Smog,
Funkadelic,
Aswad,
Royal Trux,
The Real Kids,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Au Pairs,
Essential Logic,
Soul Sonic Force,
Wally Richardson,
Panda Bear,
Iggy Pop,
Inner City,
Steve Hackett,
Magazine,
Kas Product,
Kerri Chandler,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lalo Schifrin,
Suburban Knight,
Letta Mbulu,
Make Up,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sex Pistols,
ABBA,
Sun City Girls,
The Vogues,
The Monochrome Set,
The Skatalites,
Country Teasers,
Nico,
Intrusion,
Minnie Riperton,
Don Cherry,
Quando Quango,
The Durutti Column,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.