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 Guinea-Bissau and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 MC5 to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar 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 marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Fear,
The United States of America,
Index,
The Sonics,
The Happenings,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Liliput,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lou Reed,
Jerry's Kids,
The Doobie Brothers,
Marc Almond,
Moss Icon,
cv313,
Royal Trux,
Y Pants,
Main Source,
Hardrive,
Neil Young,
The Standells,
The New Christs,
Ten City,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Theoretical Girls,
Reuben Wilson,
The Moody Blues,
Kool Moe Dee,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eddi Front,
The Young Rascals,
Jandek,
Pantaleimon,
Depeche Mode,
Lakeside,
Smog,
Crash Course in Science,
Shuggie Otis,
Johnny Osbourne,
Soul Sonic Force,
Chrome,
Circle Jerks,
Cluster,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fat Boys,
The Walker Brothers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Young Marble Giants,
Zapp,
Robert Hood,
David McCallum,
Derrick May,
The Mummies,
Reagan Youth,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sparks,
Gang of Four,
The Fall,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Black Pus,
John Lydon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.