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 Chile and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the güiro 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 Motorama to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare and an arpeggiator 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 synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Japan,
Severed Heads,
the Bar-Kays,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Monolake,
The United States of America,
Bizarre Inc.,
Nils Olav,
Roger Hodgson,
Arthur Verocai,
Unrelated Segments,
Suburban Knight,
The Wake,
Delta 5,
Metal Thangz,
Clear Light,
Supertramp,
Darondo,
Boz Scaggs,
Joe Finger,
June of 44,
The Mummies,
Matthew Halsall,
The Fugs,
Ultra Naté,
Bluetip,
Index,
Newcleus,
Cluster,
Grey Daturas,
Bad Manners,
Inner City,
Jandek,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eli Mardock,
The Kinks,
The Monochrome Set,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pylon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Red Krayola,
Bill Wells,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Peter & Gordon,
the Sonics,
Connie Case,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Con Funk Shun,
Crispy Ambulance,
Donald Byrd,
DJ Sneak,
Lower 48,
Eric B and Rakim,
Marshall Jefferson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Oneida,
Bill Near,
E-Dancer,
Cheater Slicks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.