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 Ivory Coast and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Black Bananas to the grunge 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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin 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 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Dark Day,
The Move,
Max Romeo,
Faraquet,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Wake,
ABBA,
DJ Sneak,
Kaleidoscope,
Gang Green,
The Moleskins,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ronan,
Infiniti,
The New Christs,
The Searchers,
Main Source,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Divine Comedy,
Ice-T,
Moss Icon,
The Fugs,
Visage,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Inner City,
Pylon,
Gil Scott Heron,
Neu!,
The Toasters,
Gabor Szabo,
The American Breed,
OOIOO,
F. McDonald,
The Red Krayola,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gong,
Quadrant,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mission of Burma,
Michelle Simonal,
Mars,
The Modern Lovers,
Marmalade,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Wolf Eyes,
Tim Buckley,
Y Pants,
Swans,
The Busters,
Groovy Waters,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tears for Fears,
The Tremeloes,
a-ha,
The Sonics,
48th St. Collective,
Audionom,
Echospace,
The Young Rascals,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.