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 Armenia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin 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 synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Tubeway Army,
8 Eyed Spy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Moby Grape,
Mantronix,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Zapp,
June of 44,
Mission of Burma,
The Dave Clark Five,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Names,
Camberwell Now,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Excepter,
Wolf Eyes,
kango's stein massive,
the Human League,
Robert Görl,
Bobby Byrd,
New Order,
The Red Krayola,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Crime,
Newcleus,
The J.B.'s,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Parry Music,
Gang of Four,
Black Flag,
Minutemen,
Sixth Finger,
New York Dolls,
Sight & Sound,
Marshall Jefferson,
T.S.O.L.,
The Alarm Clocks,
Al Stewart,
Yusef Lateef,
Reagan Youth,
Desert Stars,
Yaz,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jacques Brel,
Smog,
Hardrive,
Technova,
The Misunderstood,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Human League,
the Swans,
Anthony Braxton,
FM Einheit,
Rotary Connection,
Television Personalities,
Gregory Isaacs,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.