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 Ghana and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe 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 Minny Pops to the electroclash 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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin 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 harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Marmalade,
Sarah Menescal,
Kayak,
Can,
Chrome,
Swans,
Kerri Chandler,
Carl Craig,
Jandek,
Cal Tjader,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pantytec,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Peter and Kerry,
Nation of Ulysses,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Toni Rubio,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Joyce Sims,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Quadrant,
Jimmy McGriff,
Index,
Masters at Work,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
F. McDonald,
Royal Trux,
Franke,
Don Cherry,
Moebius,
Sun City Girls,
Sparks,
Robert Wyatt,
CMW,
John Holt,
The Associates,
Josef K,
Soft Machine,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Young Rascals,
Warsaw,
Erasure,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Unrelated Segments,
The Techniques,
Eric Dolphy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Das Ding,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Arthur Verocai,
Black Pus,
Ultra Naté,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Pop Group,
Guru Guru,
Visage,
Absolute Body Control,
Quantec,
Soft Cell,
Junior Murvin,
48th St. Collective,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.