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 Israel and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the organ 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 Lou Reed to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum 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 snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
DJ Sneak,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Seeds,
Main Source,
Skriet,
Eve St. Jones,
Boredoms,
Pierre Henry,
Cybotron,
Scan 7,
Monolake,
Davy DMX,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Raincoats,
Nick Fraelich,
Hot Snakes,
The Tremeloes,
Pussy Galore,
Quadrant,
Funkadelic,
Flamin' Groovies,
Scientists,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Easy Going,
Anthony Braxton,
The Electric Prunes,
Donald Byrd,
The Gap Band,
The Names,
This Heat,
The Remains,
Joe Finger,
Josef K,
Moss Icon,
T.S.O.L.,
Dawn Penn,
Pantytec,
Parry Music,
The Walker Brothers,
Avey Tare,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Half Japanese,
Subhumans,
The Smoke,
Eddi Front,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Reuben Wilson,
Buzzcocks,
Faraquet,
Babytalk,
The Pretty Things,
New York Dolls,
Hardrive,
Bush Tetras,
Nico,
Jacques Brel,
Sun City Girls,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.