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 Tunisia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 harpsichord 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 The Smoke to the jazz 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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin 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?
Sonny Sharrock,
Lungfish,
James White and The Blacks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eurythmics,
Section 25,
China Crisis,
UT,
Josef K,
Kerri Chandler,
The Victims,
Radiohead,
Sun Ra,
Sparks,
Barry Ungar,
Faust,
Los Fastidios,
Curtis Mayfield,
Young Marble Giants,
Alton Ellis,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
CMW,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Todd Rundgren,
D'Angelo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Monks,
The Moody Blues,
Ponytail,
Porter Ricks,
Reuben Wilson,
Eli Mardock,
Sunsets and Hearts,
10cc,
Pole,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Masters at Work,
Tears for Fears,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bronski Beat,
Cameo,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Doobie Brothers,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Dave Clark Five,
Skaos,
Zero Boys,
Rites of Spring,
The Birthday Party,
Television Personalities,
X-Ray Spex,
Black Bananas,
Agent Orange,
Second Layer,
Sight & Sound,
Moss Icon,
Gang of Four,
Mad Mike,
Fat Boys,
Suicide,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.