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 Belize and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 organ 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 Barclay James Harvest to the electroclash 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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe 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 spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Magazine,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Make Up,
Mission of Burma,
K-Klass,
The Associates,
Erykah Badu,
Boogie Down Productions,
Carl Craig,
Kenny Larkin,
A Certain Ratio,
Anakelly,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Alphaville,
Clear Light,
The Leaves,
Lower 48,
Zero Boys,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Kinks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ossler,
Suicide,
the Slits,
Gang Starr,
Yazoo,
The Fall,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Minor Threat,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Cluster,
Max Romeo,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bobby Byrd,
Girls At Our Best!,
Robert Görl,
Mars,
L. Decosne,
Schoolly D,
Sound Behaviour,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dual Sessions,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pole,
Intrusion,
The Grass Roots,
The Count Five,
Letta Mbulu,
Blossom Toes,
Deepchord,
Metal Thangz,
the Association,
The Techniques,
Main Source,
The Smiths,
Audionom,
Pylon,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.