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 Kuwait and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Gang Starr to the funk 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 The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb 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 snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Camberwell Now,
Adolescents,
Morten Harket,
The Monks,
The Pretty Things,
The Standells,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Star Department,
Gang Green,
The Victims,
The Sonics,
Ice-T,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Boz Scaggs,
DJ Sneak,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Doobie Brothers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Faust,
Joensuu 1685,
Q and Not U,
Yazoo,
Pierre Henry,
Clear Light,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Swans,
Yusef Lateef,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
CMW,
Pantaleimon,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rhythm & Sound,
Matthew Halsall,
Bob Dylan,
The Techniques,
Aural Exciters,
The Seeds,
The Tremeloes,
The Grass Roots,
Simply Red,
Sun City Girls,
The Skatalites,
The Evens,
Public Image Ltd.,
EPMD,
the Slits,
Juan Atkins,
Warsaw,
Tommy Roe,
Whodini,
Johnny Clarke,
Cheater Slicks,
Urselle,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Hashim,
Maurizio,
Skriet,
David Bowie,
Scott Walker,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.