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 Suriname and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 U.S. Maple 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes 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 theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Peter & Gordon,
Rhythm & Sound,
Laurel Aitken,
Qualms,
the Human League,
Piero Umiliani,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Standells,
Kerri Chandler,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eden Ahbez,
Man Parrish,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rapeman,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fat Boys,
Crime,
Charles Mingus,
Albert Ayler,
Monolake,
Visage,
Dual Sessions,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Radiopuhelimet,
Flash Fearless,
Scrapy,
Chris & Cosey,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lightning Bolt,
The Gun Club,
Malaria!,
The Cosmic Jokers,
E-Dancer,
Flipper,
Suicide,
Radio Birdman,
Swans,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mo-Dettes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Idris Muhammad,
Unwound,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Brand Nubian,
Skarface,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mary Jane Girls,
Little Man,
Quadrant,
Chris Corsano,
Bad Manners,
The Mojo Men,
Colin Newman,
Amon Düül,
kango's stein massive,
Schoolly D,
The Buckinghams,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ornette Coleman,
Nico,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.