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 Mauritius and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Delhi.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gabor Szabo to the techno 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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 marimba 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 sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Bad Manners,
Archie Shepp,
Trumans Water,
Bang On A Can,
The Zeros,
OOIOO,
Donny Hathaway,
Q65,
Mars,
MDC,
The Moleskins,
The Fortunes,
Quadrant,
Gang Green,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Names,
Jerry's Kids,
Josef K,
Howard Jones,
Bronski Beat,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Banda Bassotti,
The Pretty Things,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Tremeloes,
Crooked Eye,
Marine Girls,
Scan 7,
Jandek,
Alton Ellis,
The Associates,
Clear Light,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Toni Rubio,
Sister Nancy,
Prince Buster,
Boz Scaggs,
John Lydon,
Lungfish,
Parry Music,
Bobby Sherman,
James White and The Blacks,
The Raincoats,
Angry Samoans,
Rhythm & Sound,
Todd Terry,
The J.B.'s,
X-101,
The Vogues,
The Velvet Underground,
The Evens,
Robert Wyatt,
Marc Almond,
The Selecter,
Audionom,
Guru Guru,
The Fall,
The Electric Prunes,
Pere Ubu,
Simply Red,
Erykah Badu,
The Smoke,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.