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 Guinea and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Sound to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet 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 spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Ornette Coleman,
In Retrospect,
Quando Quango,
Anthony Braxton,
Harry Pussy,
Fela Kuti,
The Electric Prunes,
Joy Division,
Dave Gahan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Freddie Wadling,
June Days,
Ultimate Spinach,
Mandrill,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jacques Brel,
Howard Jones,
Carl Craig,
The Martian,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
U.S. Maple,
Fear,
The Stooges,
Circle Jerks,
Television Personalities,
Yusef Lateef,
Tropical Tobacco,
Albert Ayler,
Todd Rundgren,
Curtis Mayfield,
New Age Steppers,
The Moody Blues,
Gang Green,
New York Dolls,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Nick Fraelich,
Barbara Tucker,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Avey Tare,
UT,
Aloha Tigers,
MDC,
Lower 48,
Sixth Finger,
The Misunderstood,
Half Japanese,
Rosa Yemen,
The Last Poets,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Peter & Gordon,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Skatalites,
Essential Logic,
The American Breed,
Camberwell Now,
Tim Buckley,
Crash Course in Science,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Durutti Column,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.