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 Turkmenistan and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the rock 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 mellotron and an arpeggiator 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 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
Juan Atkins,
Main Source,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Swell Maps,
Inner City,
Tom Boy,
Lightning Bolt,
Michelle Simonal,
Traffic Nightmare,
Joyce Sims,
the Slits,
Bush Tetras,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Blake Baxter,
Ohio Players,
Ultravox,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sexual Harrassment,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Josef K,
LL Cool J,
Amon Düül II,
The Five Americans,
JFA,
Underground Resistance,
Public Enemy,
Rod Modell,
Reagan Youth,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Chrome,
The Selecter,
Wally Richardson,
Tropical Tobacco,
Hasil Adkins,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Popol Vuh,
The Beau Brummels,
ABBA,
The Birthday Party,
Crispy Ambulance,
Prince Buster,
The Saints,
The Cure,
Peter & Gordon,
Bob Dylan,
The Names,
Gil Scott Heron,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ronnie Foster,
the Swans,
Funky Four + One,
Harry Pussy,
Eden Ahbez,
Dennis Brown,
Freddie Wadling,
DJ Style,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.