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 Latvia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Rekid to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare 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 harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Matthew Halsall,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Litter,
Sex Pistols,
Subhumans,
Franke,
Hoover,
Big Daddy Kane,
Roxy Music,
LL Cool J,
John Coltrane,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Dirtbombs,
Prince Buster,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Velvet Underground,
Faraquet,
The Black Dice,
Derrick Morgan,
Tubeway Army,
Grauzone,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Audionom,
Kurtis Blow,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Soulsonic Force,
Gong,
Nils Olav,
Lakeside,
Talk Talk,
the Swans,
Leonard Cohen,
Carl Craig,
Black Sheep,
Joe Smooth,
Minutemen,
The Leaves,
Popol Vuh,
ABBA,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Visage,
Pylon,
Fela Kuti,
The Doobie Brothers,
Robert Görl,
Eden Ahbez,
Marmalade,
Aural Exciters,
The Sonics,
The Monks,
Slick Rick,
Easy Going,
Intrusion,
Gerry Rafferty,
Suburban Knight,
The Residents,
Ituana,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.