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 Gabon and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb 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 sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Lalann,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Amon Düül,
Desert Stars,
Flash Fearless,
Basic Channel,
Radio Birdman,
Sällskapet,
Radiohead,
Tom Boy,
The Cure,
F. McDonald,
Bob Dylan,
Bobby Byrd,
Simply Red,
Wasted Youth,
Joy Division,
Amazonics,
The Seeds,
Pharoah Sanders,
X-101,
The Cowsills,
Terry Callier,
Model 500,
The United States of America,
Kenny Larkin,
Ten City,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Guru Guru,
The Knickerbockers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Robert Görl,
John Cale,
Severed Heads,
Marvin Gaye,
Oneida,
Cluster,
Hardrive,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Invisible,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Raincoats,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pagans,
Nirvana,
Jeru the Damaja,
Marmalade,
Neil Young,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bush Tetras,
Massinfluence,
The Doobie Brothers,
Charles Mingus,
Ponytail,
Franke,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sun Ra,
Curtis Mayfield,
Babytalk,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.