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 Egypt and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Sao Paulo.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Agent Orange to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord 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 snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Stetsasonic,
Bill Near,
The Searchers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ken Boothe,
Bobby Byrd,
Mars,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cameo,
Oneida,
Funkadelic,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Maleditus Sound,
Rosa Yemen,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Warren Ellis,
JFA,
Robert Hood,
Todd Terry,
Max Romeo,
The Beau Brummels,
Masters at Work,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ralphi Rosario,
Television,
John Holt,
The J.B.'s,
Stockholm Monsters,
X-Ray Spex,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Yellowson,
Unwound,
the Normal,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Half Japanese,
Black Bananas,
The Neon Judgement,
ABBA,
Cybotron,
8 Eyed Spy,
Laurel Aitken,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Angels of Light,
Anakelly,
Vainqueur,
Curtis Mayfield,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Godley & Creme,
ABC,
Faraquet,
Mission of Burma,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kenny Larkin,
Black Moon,
Make Up,
Main Source,
Peter and Kerry,
Absolute Body Control,
The New Christs,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.