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 Panama and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Ronan to the jazz 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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron 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 sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Arab on Radar,
Crispian St. Peters,
Roger Hodgson,
Bob Dylan,
Danielle Patucci,
The American Breed,
Derrick May,
Scrapy,
Deadbeat,
Man Eating Sloth,
Nirvana,
Throbbing Gristle,
Davy DMX,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Minnie Riperton,
Lakeside,
Josef K,
Kaleidoscope,
Fad Gadget,
Stereo Dub,
The Neon Judgement,
China Crisis,
Depeche Mode,
Accadde A,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Flipper,
Amon Düül,
New Age Steppers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Mummies,
The Moody Blues,
Derrick Morgan,
These Immortal Souls,
B.T. Express,
Michelle Simonal,
Pharoah Sanders,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Marshall Jefferson,
OOIOO,
Joe Finger,
The Index,
Susan Cadogan,
cv313,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Chris Corsano,
Gabor Szabo,
Sonny Sharrock,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lyres,
The Slackers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Black Bananas,
DNA,
Robert Görl,
David Axelrod,
Jandek,
Dawn Penn,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.