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 Chad and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the marimba 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 Matthew Halsall to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 rhodes and a güiro 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 clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Soft Machine,
Easy Going,
Jesper Dahlback,
Joe Finger,
The Remains,
Mantronix,
Barry Ungar,
Danielle Patucci,
This Heat,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Buckinghams,
Aswad,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Make Up,
Byron Stingily,
Neu!,
Sällskapet,
Stetsasonic,
Sarah Menescal,
The Barracudas,
The Slits,
The Invisible,
Ultra Naté,
Swans,
the Sonics,
The Alarm Clocks,
PIL,
Visage,
Silicon Teens,
R.M.O.,
Bang On A Can,
kango's stein massive,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Maleditus Sound,
Liliput,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Newcleus,
Glenn Branca,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bobby Hutcherson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Index,
B.T. Express,
Crash Course in Science,
Sun Ra,
Funkadelic,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Marine Girls,
The Human League,
Jimmy McGriff,
Howard Jones,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
X-101,
June of 44,
Flamin' Groovies,
World's Most,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Shuggie Otis,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.