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 Suriname and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Y Pants to the rock 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron 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 synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
Jawbox,
KRS-One,
Darondo,
Ken Boothe,
Steve Hackett,
Bootsy Collins,
Little Man,
Roxette,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Grey Daturas,
Cameo,
Cluster,
The Names,
Lalo Schifrin,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Aaron Thompson,
Spoonie Gee,
Tim Buckley,
K-Klass,
The Cure,
Bush Tetras,
Sight & Sound,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lower 48,
Whodini,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Aswad,
Black Bananas,
Infiniti,
The Kinks,
Pantytec,
Shuggie Otis,
Niagra,
Quando Quango,
Kerri Chandler,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Blake Baxter,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Patti Smith,
Black Pus,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gang Starr,
Bluetip,
Bobby Hutcherson,
David McCallum,
New York Dolls,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Warsaw,
Trumans Water,
Lindisfarne,
Roger Hodgson,
Mantronix,
Chrome,
Country Teasers,
Vladislav Delay,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Con Funk Shun,
Banda Bassotti,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.