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 Bulgaria and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 Manila and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba 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 clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Archie Shepp,
Fugazi,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Slave,
Judy Mowatt,
Juan Atkins,
48th St. Collective,
Guru Guru,
Sandy B,
Severed Heads,
Tropical Tobacco,
Urselle,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Make Up,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Unrelated Segments,
The Smiths,
Half Japanese,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Camberwell Now,
Gregory Isaacs,
X-Ray Spex,
Circle Jerks,
Black Bananas,
Echospace,
Michelle Simonal,
Hoover,
Camouflage,
Sparks,
The Gladiators,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Young Marble Giants,
The Fortunes,
Massinfluence,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Blossom Toes,
Fatback Band,
China Crisis,
Flash Fearless,
Prince Buster,
Matthew Halsall,
Joyce Sims,
Amazonics,
Bush Tetras,
Aural Exciters,
Sällskapet,
Arcadia,
Babytalk,
Television,
Minnie Riperton,
Shoche,
Au Pairs,
These Immortal Souls,
Nik Kershaw,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Marcia Griffiths,
Graham Central Station,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.