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 China and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Swell Maps to the techno 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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 chamberlin and an organ 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 clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
The Moleskins,
The Remains,
Roxette,
Funky Four + One,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Severed Heads,
The Raincoats,
Scrapy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Vladislav Delay,
Brass Construction,
Swans,
Young Marble Giants,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sun City Girls,
Chris Corsano,
Gang Green,
Wire,
Freddie Wadling,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eden Ahbez,
This Heat,
Skarface,
Camberwell Now,
Amon Düül,
Bobby Byrd,
The Smiths,
Roy Ayers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Divine Comedy,
Todd Terry,
Rakim,
The Walker Brothers,
Magma,
The Mummies,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
David Bowie,
Matthew Bourne,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Funkadelic,
The Star Department,
The Happenings,
the Slits,
Section 25,
The Gladiators,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Moody Blues,
Roxy Music,
Country Teasers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Flash Fearless,
Rapeman,
The Cramps,
The United States of America,
Johnny Clarke,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.