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 Colombia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 AZ to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin 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 sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
The Young Rascals,
Janne Schatter,
Das Ding,
Pylon,
Clear Light,
PIL,
Neil Young,
Y Pants,
Livin' Joy,
The Pretty Things,
The American Breed,
Yusef Lateef,
Groovy Waters,
Lightning Bolt,
Thompson Twins,
Soft Cell,
Nico,
Peter & Gordon,
David Bowie,
Main Source,
Grey Daturas,
Von Mondo,
Jeff Lynne,
Symarip,
Quantec,
Depeche Mode,
AZ,
The Sonics,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Silicon Teens,
The Blues Magoos,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Loose Ends,
Youth Brigade,
Young Marble Giants,
Crime,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The J.B.'s,
Brothers Johnson,
The Wake,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sex Pistols,
Tears for Fears,
EPMD,
Sun Ra,
Graham Central Station,
Kenny Larkin,
DJ Sneak,
Josef K,
the Sonics,
DNA,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Faraquet,
The Victims,
Brand Nubian,
T.S.O.L.,
The Slackers,
Siglo XX,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bronski Beat,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.