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 Uzbekistan and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Anakelly 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 the Association. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe 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 theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Erykah Badu,
Glambeats Corp.,
Symarip,
The Wake,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Birthday Party,
Eden Ahbez,
Oblivians,
Carl Craig,
Ice-T,
Flipper,
Minnie Riperton,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nico,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Hot Snakes,
Aswad,
The Sound,
Rosa Yemen,
Soft Machine,
The Modern Lovers,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Walker Brothers,
Ohio Players,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The American Breed,
Technova,
New Order,
The New Christs,
Rufus Thomas,
The Gap Band,
Lightning Bolt,
Gerry Rafferty,
Trumans Water,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bush Tetras,
Fad Gadget,
Maleditus Sound,
The Saints,
Eve St. Jones,
Index,
Cecil Taylor,
Circle Jerks,
Minutemen,
the Normal,
Q and Not U,
Talk Talk,
Dave Gahan,
The Techniques,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Monolake,
Ralphi Rosario,
David Axelrod,
Peter and Kerry,
Gil Scott Heron,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Names,
DJ Style,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.