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 Azerbaijan and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Kerrie Biddell to the punk 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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet 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 guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Shuggie Otis,
Animal Collective,
Slave,
Roy Ayers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Can,
The Smiths,
The Trojans,
The Seeds,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Sonics,
Delon & Dalcan,
Dual Sessions,
John Coltrane,
Brand Nubian,
Aloha Tigers,
OOIOO,
Duran Duran,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ludus,
Amon Düül,
Outsiders,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Hashim,
Grey Daturas,
Arcadia,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kenny Larkin,
Index,
The Fire Engines,
Rotary Connection,
Max Romeo,
Aaron Thompson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eurythmics,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Juan Atkins,
Chris & Cosey,
Underground Resistance,
Pantaleimon,
Half Japanese,
Kurtis Blow,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Fuzztones,
Derrick Morgan,
China Crisis,
Ice-T,
The Neon Judgement,
The Dead C,
Desert Stars,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Saints,
Lower 48,
Rapeman,
The Young Rascals,
Joy Division,
Agitation Free,
Lou Reed,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Fania All-Stars,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.