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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Joe Smooth to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ 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 oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Sparks,
Franke,
Gabor Szabo,
Tres Demented,
Shuggie Otis,
Nik Kershaw,
Pole,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Raincoats,
The Fuzztones,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fat Boys,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Vainqueur,
Eve St. Jones,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Durutti Column,
Gerry Rafferty,
Angry Samoans,
John Holt,
U.S. Maple,
Byron Stingily,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sonny Sharrock,
ABBA,
Ponytail,
Blossom Toes,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fad Gadget,
Andrew Hill,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gang Starr,
The Sound,
Boredoms,
Donny Hathaway,
The Shadows of Knight,
Marvin Gaye,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Alice Coltrane,
Darondo,
Black Sheep,
These Immortal Souls,
Faust,
Echospace,
Duran Duran,
Dawn Penn,
John Foxx,
Parry Music,
Tomorrow,
Roy Ayers,
Make Up,
Nick Fraelich,
Jeff Lynne,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Move,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Delta 5,
David Bowie,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.