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 Germany and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Con Funk Shun to the disco 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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron 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 rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Sällskapet,
Sarah Menescal,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fad Gadget,
Unrelated Segments,
Country Teasers,
Model 500,
Bootsy Collins,
Crooked Eye,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Massinfluence,
the Slits,
Brothers Johnson,
Tom Boy,
Smog,
Goldenarms,
Grey Daturas,
a-ha,
Alice Coltrane,
Blake Baxter,
Rekid,
the Swans,
The Index,
Stiv Bators,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Section 25,
Fatback Band,
Aural Exciters,
U.S. Maple,
The Tremeloes,
Chris & Cosey,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Boredoms,
Thompson Twins,
Nation of Ulysses,
Barry Ungar,
Von Mondo,
Black Bananas,
Echospace,
Technova,
Icehouse,
Altered Images,
Donny Hathaway,
Pylon,
Bush Tetras,
The Stooges,
Chris Corsano,
Arthur Verocai,
Monks,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Remains,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Dead C,
John Cale,
The Litter,
Lakeside,
Qualms,
Letta Mbulu,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Spoonie Gee,
The Slits,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.