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 Venezuela and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Boz Scaggs to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar 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 snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Lee Hazlewood,
Joe Smooth,
Barry Ungar,
John Lydon,
The Grass Roots,
Derrick Morgan,
Mantronix,
The Dirtbombs,
The Happenings,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Qualms,
Mission of Burma,
Sight & Sound,
Arab on Radar,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Terry Callier,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Nik Kershaw,
Junior Murvin,
Wolf Eyes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Cluster,
Mary Jane Girls,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
New Age Steppers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Remains,
Crash Course in Science,
The American Breed,
Cameo,
The Smiths,
Deakin,
Mandrill,
Radio Birdman,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Dead C,
Electric Prunes,
Ponytail,
Eve St. Jones,
The Mojo Men,
X-Ray Spex,
Dawn Penn,
Sound Behaviour,
Soft Machine,
a-ha,
The Fall,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Man Parrish,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lindisfarne,
Dark Day,
Gichy Dan,
The Standells,
Absolute Body Control,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Grauzone,
Idris Muhammad,
Trumans Water,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.