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 Syria and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Nick Fraelich to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe 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 rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Drexciya,
The Gladiators,
Monks,
Sam Rivers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Dave Gahan,
Amazonics,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Zapp,
Porter Ricks,
Sällskapet,
Brand Nubian,
The Modern Lovers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Underground Resistance,
Cal Tjader,
Quadrant,
Graham Central Station,
Big Daddy Kane,
Johnny Osbourne,
James White and The Blacks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gang Starr,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sun City Girls,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bush Tetras,
Boredoms,
Funkadelic,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Seeds,
Wasted Youth,
Symarip,
Bill Wells,
Lyres,
Blake Baxter,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lindisfarne,
Danielle Patucci,
The Litter,
Q65,
Carl Craig,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Andrew Hill,
Steve Hackett,
Jandek,
Janne Schatter,
Minnie Riperton,
John Lydon,
Robert Hood,
Guru Guru,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Circle Jerks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Simply Red,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eddi Front,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.