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 Seychelles and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 MC5 to the rap 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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 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 rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Cymande,
The Divine Comedy,
Harry Pussy,
Lakeside,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Black Dice,
Boz Scaggs,
The Moleskins,
Judy Mowatt,
Kaleidoscope,
Dark Day,
Silicon Teens,
Robert Wyatt,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Freddie Wadling,
Lalann,
The Doors,
Technova,
CMW,
Infiniti,
The Offenders,
Warsaw,
The Beau Brummels,
Barclay James Harvest,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
John Coltrane,
Neu!,
Echospace,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bluetip,
Dawn Penn,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Velvet Underground,
Robert Hood,
Howard Jones,
Altered Images,
Ohio Players,
Laurel Aitken,
Sixth Finger,
Flipper,
Rapeman,
This Heat,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sonny Sharrock,
Carl Craig,
The Seeds,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Aaron Thompson,
Scion,
Ornette Coleman,
Sandy B,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sound Behaviour,
Gang Green,
Deakin,
Bob Dylan,
Monks,
Neil Young,
Skarface,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.