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 Malta and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Boredoms to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a sitar 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 sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
The Trojans,
Marcia Griffiths,
Minor Threat,
Surgeon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Minny Pops,
Hardrive,
Gang Green,
Lightning Bolt,
Stetsasonic,
Q65,
Hot Snakes,
Matthew Halsall,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fela Kuti,
Ponytail,
kango's stein massive,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Skatalites,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Johnny Clarke,
Shoche,
Max Romeo,
Eden Ahbez,
The Electric Prunes,
The Red Krayola,
Todd Rundgren,
Royal Trux,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Juan Atkins,
The United States of America,
Lou Reed,
Amon Düül II,
Agitation Free,
John Coltrane,
Danielle Patucci,
Symarip,
Kerrie Biddell,
Donny Hathaway,
Gang of Four,
Zero Boys,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kayak,
Oneida,
Hashim,
Wire,
Clear Light,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Avey Tare,
Dawn Penn,
The Zeros,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Pop Group,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Reagan Youth,
Kerri Chandler,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Cal Tjader,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.