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 Uzbekistan and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Clear Light to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Litter. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a sitar and a chamberlin 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 guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Joyce Sims,
One Last Wish,
The Motions,
Sarah Menescal,
Gregory Isaacs,
Marmalade,
LL Cool J,
Accadde A,
Procol Harum,
Dual Sessions,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
B.T. Express,
Jeff Mills,
X-Ray Spex,
Avey Tare,
Sam Rivers,
Theoretical Girls,
Essential Logic,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
John Holt,
Jimmy McGriff,
Johnny Clarke,
The Kinks,
The Remains,
Arab on Radar,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Brass Construction,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bob Dylan,
June of 44,
Connie Case,
Saccharine Trust,
Subhumans,
The New Christs,
Tres Demented,
Josef K,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Music Machine,
Zero Boys,
The Searchers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fear,
Amon Düül,
Desert Stars,
T.S.O.L.,
Absolute Body Control,
Brothers Johnson,
Scratch Acid,
MC5,
Eric B and Rakim,
F. McDonald,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Shuggie Otis,
The Evens,
Mandrill,
The Mummies,
Youth Brigade,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.