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 Tuvalu and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Delhi.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Television to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes 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 mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Gerry Rafferty,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rosa Yemen,
Panda Bear,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ultravox,
The Victims,
Roy Ayers,
Country Teasers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Brand Nubian,
Crooked Eye,
La Düsseldorf,
The Velvet Underground,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Blues Magoos,
Robert Wyatt,
The Barracudas,
Bauhaus,
Oneida,
Animal Collective,
Cybotron,
Cal Tjader,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Martian,
Television,
The Real Kids,
Dark Day,
Nas,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kenny Larkin,
Kevin Saunderson,
MC5,
Toni Rubio,
Derrick May,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Joyce Sims,
Scratch Acid,
Buzzcocks,
Joey Negro,
Masters at Work,
Joe Finger,
Gichy Dan,
Flipper,
Radio Birdman,
The Music Machine,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Nation of Ulysses,
New York Dolls,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
FM Einheit,
Stetsasonic,
Gabor Szabo,
Yaz,
One Last Wish,
X-101,
Peter and Kerry,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.