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 Palau and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the güiro 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band 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 an organ 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 a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ten City,
Yaz,
Magma,
Susan Cadogan,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Slackers,
Skaos,
The Gap Band,
Kayak,
The Misunderstood,
Soft Machine,
Cheater Slicks,
Shoche,
Malaria!,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Khruangbin,
Danielle Patucci,
Organ,
MDC,
X-101,
Kevin Saunderson,
Funkadelic,
Delta 5,
Easy Going,
Panda Bear,
Bill Near,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Section 25,
The Gories,
Goldenarms,
The Busters,
Ossler,
Donald Byrd,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Johnny Osbourne,
Quadrant,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Country Teasers,
Minnie Riperton,
Tim Buckley,
Bronski Beat,
Urselle,
Radio Birdman,
Wire,
Sex Pistols,
MC5,
Ludus,
Bill Wells,
Junior Murvin,
The Standells,
Subhumans,
Roxy Music,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lindisfarne,
Moss Icon,
Yazoo,
Symarip,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.