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 Cape Verde and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the 808 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 Sugar Minott to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 808 and an arpeggiator 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 spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Black Bananas,
Bush Tetras,
X-102,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Depeche Mode,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Techniques,
Unrelated Segments,
Warren Ellis,
Wally Richardson,
Surgeon,
Ten City,
The Kinks,
The Seeds,
The Gladiators,
David Bowie,
Moby Grape,
Aloha Tigers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Los Fastidios,
Michelle Simonal,
Ponytail,
Sexual Harrassment,
Scratch Acid,
Tommy Roe,
The Toasters,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Magazine,
Brothers Johnson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Zapp,
Theoretical Girls,
the Normal,
John Lydon,
Judy Mowatt,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lucky Dragons,
Rosa Yemen,
Sister Nancy,
John Holt,
The Walker Brothers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Misunderstood,
Jimmy McGriff,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lou Christie,
The Beau Brummels,
EPMD,
Johnny Osbourne,
Youth Brigade,
Index,
Massinfluence,
Boredoms,
Marmalade,
La Düsseldorf,
Section 25,
Ultimate Spinach,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Yusef Lateef,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.