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 Albania and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the grunge 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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 sitar and a rhodes 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 organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
E-Dancer,
Pulsallama,
Brass Construction,
Mission of Burma,
Donny Hathaway,
Surgeon,
Amon Düül II,
Moby Grape,
Lindisfarne,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Steve Hackett,
Marvin Gaye,
Guru Guru,
The Mummies,
Altered Images,
Ultravox,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Hot Snakes,
Little Man,
Lightning Bolt,
Thee Headcoats,
Freddie Wadling,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jeff Mills,
Television,
Joe Finger,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Nirvana,
Mars,
Goldenarms,
the Association,
Aaron Thompson,
Roxette,
June Days,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Cramps,
Hasil Adkins,
Suburban Knight,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lakeside,
U.S. Maple,
Derrick Morgan,
Skarface,
Juan Atkins,
Johnny Clarke,
Ronan,
The J.B.'s,
Loose Ends,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Tubeway Army,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Qualms,
Zapp,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Music Machine,
The Dead C,
The Misunderstood,
Unrelated Segments,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lou Christie,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.