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 Algeria and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Whodini to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Remains. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar 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 marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Electric Prunes,
Bob Dylan,
The Evens,
The Leaves,
Lightning Bolt,
Chris & Cosey,
The Residents,
Morten Harket,
Japan,
Mission of Burma,
The Grass Roots,
Mr. Review,
The Dirtbombs,
Essential Logic,
Adolescents,
The Gladiators,
Massinfluence,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Names,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Steve Hackett,
Black Moon,
Blancmange,
Matthew Bourne,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Searchers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Robert Görl,
The Barracudas,
Subhumans,
Index,
Fela Kuti,
Joensuu 1685,
Dead Boys,
Fort Wilson Riot,
FM Einheit,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Goldenarms,
Fad Gadget,
Jeff Lynne,
Dawn Penn,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Grauzone,
Jandek,
The Star Department,
Audionom,
Scan 7,
Donny Hathaway,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Monks,
Graham Central Station,
The Vogues,
The Slackers,
Dual Sessions,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Con Funk Shun,
Funky Four + One,
48th St. Collective,
David Axelrod,
Aloha Tigers,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.