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 Equatorial Guinea and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the punk 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 The Slits. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane 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 a 808 and an oboe 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 güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Blossom Toes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Nick Fraelich,
The Blackbyrds,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Minutemen,
Colin Newman,
Gang Gang Dance,
Patti Smith,
The Gap Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Frankie Knuckles,
Scientists,
Basic Channel,
The Sound,
Massinfluence,
Black Pus,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Negative Approach,
Bill Near,
The Zeros,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Gladiators,
Toni Rubio,
The Searchers,
Mandrill,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Techniques,
Absolute Body Control,
kango's stein massive,
T.S.O.L.,
Skaos,
Kerri Chandler,
the Human League,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Amon Düül,
The Red Krayola,
Mo-Dettes,
EPMD,
Simply Red,
Barbara Tucker,
Groovy Waters,
Desert Stars,
Moby Grape,
Tom Boy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pulsallama,
Thompson Twins,
Tommy Roe,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tubeway Army,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rosa Yemen,
Organ,
World's Most,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
June Days,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.