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 Yemen and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare 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 oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Japan,
Royal Trux,
DNA,
L. Decosne,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Alarm Clocks,
Essential Logic,
Whodini,
The Martian,
Avey Tare,
Kenny Larkin,
Crooked Eye,
Scion,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Quantec,
Accadde A,
X-Ray Spex,
Loose Ends,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Motorama,
The Doors,
Yaz,
Theoretical Girls,
Pantaleimon,
H. Thieme,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pantytec,
CMW,
Skarface,
Johnny Clarke,
Derrick Morgan,
Gastr Del Sol,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Q65,
Fluxion,
Country Teasers,
Lower 48,
FM Einheit,
Hashim,
Nik Kershaw,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dennis Brown,
Janne Schatter,
Donald Byrd,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Urselle,
Talk Talk,
The Monochrome Set,
Stiv Bators,
Bob Dylan,
Bill Wells,
Ralphi Rosario,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Cowsills,
Technova,
Sister Nancy,
The Move,
Swans,
Mad Mike,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.