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 South Africa and from Calgary.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Sugar Minott to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum 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 marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
David Axelrod,
X-101,
Guru Guru,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Henry Cow,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jerry's Kids,
T.S.O.L.,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pet Shop Boys,
Oblivians,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Anakelly,
Infiniti,
Matthew Bourne,
Kool Moe Dee,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Johnny Osbourne,
Joe Smooth,
Surgeon,
The Moleskins,
The Pretty Things,
Ten City,
Country Teasers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gang Starr,
Pulsallama,
Chrome,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Black Pus,
Avey Tare,
Letta Mbulu,
Main Source,
Danielle Patucci,
FM Einheit,
Parry Music,
48th St. Collective,
Oneida,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sight & Sound,
Ituana,
The Beau Brummels,
New Age Steppers,
Joensuu 1685,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Barbara Tucker,
Brothers Johnson,
UT,
Tommy Roe,
Cecil Taylor,
Bootsy Collins,
Ludus,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Can,
Wasted Youth,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.