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 Rwanda and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Edmonton.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Negative Approach to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar 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 linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
DNA,
Steve Hackett,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lou Christie,
Buzzcocks,
Nirvana,
Arthur Verocai,
Lebanon Hanover,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Dave Gahan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Smog,
R.M.O.,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Juan Atkins,
Eddi Front,
Fluxion,
The Star Department,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lower 48,
Moss Icon,
Ten City,
Lalann,
Joensuu 1685,
ABC,
Funky Four + One,
The Durutti Column,
Surgeon,
Livin' Joy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Niagra,
The Motions,
Max Romeo,
Skriet,
Crash Course in Science,
the Bar-Kays,
Thompson Twins,
Graham Central Station,
Brothers Johnson,
Black Bananas,
Half Japanese,
The Cowsills,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kurtis Blow,
Ultra Naté,
Alton Ellis,
Yellowson,
Technova,
Letta Mbulu,
Henry Cow,
Soul Sonic Force,
Man Parrish,
Ice-T,
Peter and Kerry,
Oblivians,
The Blackbyrds,
The Vogues,
Radiopuhelimet,
Roxette,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.