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 Yemen and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin 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 Easy Going to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator 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 clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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?
The Dead C,
Traffic Nightmare,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pantaleimon,
Tropical Tobacco,
48th St. Collective,
Wire,
Fugazi,
Lalann,
Tears for Fears,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Dorothy Ashby,
PIL,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Warren Ellis,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ituana,
Can,
Nick Fraelich,
The Gories,
Grey Daturas,
Black Pus,
The Blues Magoos,
The Evens,
Hardrive,
Cymande,
Oblivians,
Suicide,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mission of Burma,
Derrick May,
Electric Prunes,
Bad Manners,
Infiniti,
The Music Machine,
Scratch Acid,
Alice Coltrane,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gang Starr,
James White and The Blacks,
Graham Central Station,
Mad Mike,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Black Moon,
Peter & Gordon,
Minnie Riperton,
DNA,
Vainqueur,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Minny Pops,
Kenny Larkin,
Agent Orange,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eve St. Jones,
Man Parrish,
These Immortal Souls,
Pylon,
The Buckinghams,
Alton Ellis,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.