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 Jamaica and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 marimba 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 Blake Baxter to the crunk 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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb 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 mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
The Fire Engines,
June Days,
Ultravox,
L. Decosne,
The Detroit Cobras,
Dead Boys,
Bluetip,
Harpers Bizarre,
Boz Scaggs,
Whodini,
Colin Newman,
Gang Green,
Monks,
FM Einheit,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Archie Shepp,
The Star Department,
Crispy Ambulance,
Andrew Hill,
Icehouse,
Minnie Riperton,
Avey Tare,
David Axelrod,
Yellowson,
Marine Girls,
B.T. Express,
Urselle,
John Coltrane,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
cv313,
Crispian St. Peters,
Massinfluence,
Funkadelic,
Robert Hood,
Joe Smooth,
Anthony Braxton,
Traffic Nightmare,
Negative Approach,
Neil Young,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Depeche Mode,
Dawn Penn,
Smog,
Sun City Girls,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Minutemen,
Sällskapet,
Tubeway Army,
La Düsseldorf,
Index,
Country Teasers,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Blues Magoos,
Jimmy McGriff,
Hashim,
Joensuu 1685,
Youth Brigade,
Charles Mingus,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.