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 Portugal and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 güiro 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel 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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb 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 organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
Cheater Slicks,
Au Pairs,
The Blackbyrds,
June Days,
Ken Boothe,
Ituana,
Joensuu 1685,
Vainqueur,
Minnie Riperton,
Funkadelic,
H. Thieme,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kenny Larkin,
Livin' Joy,
Sugar Minott,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ultra Naté,
The Happenings,
Ludus,
Yaz,
Donald Byrd,
Rod Modell,
Anthony Braxton,
Smog,
Connie Case,
Fluxion,
Laurel Aitken,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Michelle Simonal,
Reagan Youth,
The Fall,
Flipper,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Seeds,
Main Source,
Ten City,
Kaleidoscope,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Slackers,
Zero Boys,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
This Heat,
Blancmange,
Joyce Sims,
Babytalk,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lou Christie,
Robert Hood,
Bronski Beat,
Scion,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Charles Mingus,
The Raincoats,
Yazoo,
Make Up,
Pet Shop Boys,
Joey Negro,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.