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 Botswana and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Andrew Hill to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 808 and a güiro 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 oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Golliwogs,
The Doobie Brothers,
Reagan Youth,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Babytalk,
Skarface,
Ice-T,
Mission of Burma,
Robert Hood,
Brick,
The Zeros,
The Associates,
the Germs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Drexciya,
The Move,
The Vogues,
Gong,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Barbara Tucker,
Rosa Yemen,
Bobby Womack,
Amazonics,
Cymande,
Easy Going,
Yellowson,
Unrelated Segments,
MC5,
Swell Maps,
Barrington Levy,
A Certain Ratio,
Pantaleimon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The United States of America,
John Coltrane,
Negative Approach,
Albert Ayler,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Nils Olav,
Ohio Players,
Ten City,
Tim Buckley,
Nik Kershaw,
Avey Tare,
Davy DMX,
Swans,
The Neon Judgement,
Eric Dolphy,
The J.B.'s,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ken Boothe,
Connie Case,
Reuben Wilson,
The Victims,
David McCallum,
Ultravox,
Deakin,
Lalann,
Pere Ubu,
The Music Machine,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.