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 Seychelles and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum 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 güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Subhumans,
Section 25,
R.M.O.,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Joe Smooth,
MC5,
Easy Going,
The Human League,
The Cowsills,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Hashim,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Black Flag,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Infiniti,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
CMW,
The Pop Group,
The Star Department,
The Velvet Underground,
Amazonics,
Skriet,
Bill Wells,
The Sonics,
Max Romeo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
China Crisis,
Pagans,
Japan,
U.S. Maple,
Bush Tetras,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Basic Channel,
The Victims,
Al Stewart,
Das Ding,
Godley & Creme,
Fugazi,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Glenn Branca,
Lindisfarne,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sun Ra,
Robert Wyatt,
Ronnie Foster,
The Monochrome Set,
Donny Hathaway,
Rakim,
The Fuzztones,
Swell Maps,
Theoretical Girls,
The Raincoats,
Ultra Naté,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Yazoo,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.