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 Benin and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Black Bananas to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ 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 clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Barclay James Harvest,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Alison Limerick,
The Tremeloes,
The Blackbyrds,
The Cramps,
Laurel Aitken,
Joy Division,
the Soft Cell,
Yaz,
The Cure,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Das Ding,
Ornette Coleman,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Zero Boys,
Easy Going,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jacques Brel,
Warsaw,
Quando Quango,
The Cowsills,
Vainqueur,
Section 25,
Pharoah Sanders,
Urselle,
Guru Guru,
The Fall,
Dead Boys,
The New Christs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Matthew Bourne,
Lungfish,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Anthony Braxton,
Mo-Dettes,
Masters at Work,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eurythmics,
Whodini,
T. Rex,
Underground Resistance,
Ten City,
The Durutti Column,
The Seeds,
Rosa Yemen,
the Association,
Sugar Minott,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Vladislav Delay,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Cheater Slicks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sight & Sound,
Spoonie Gee,
Youth Brigade,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Interpol,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.