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 Austria and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Johnny Osbourne to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet 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?
Andrew Hill,
The Names,
Crash Course in Science,
Eurythmics,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Dave Clark Five,
This Heat,
Adolescents,
Yazoo,
Deadbeat,
Interpol,
Roxy Music,
The Walker Brothers,
the Sonics,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Alison Limerick,
The Index,
Bush Tetras,
Sun City Girls,
F. McDonald,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
U.S. Maple,
Johnny Clarke,
Henry Cow,
Flamin' Groovies,
June Days,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Model 500,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Minny Pops,
Arthur Verocai,
Lyres,
Camouflage,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Smiths,
Glambeats Corp.,
Q65,
Bobby Womack,
Mars,
The Divine Comedy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Flipper,
The Slits,
Nas,
Cluster,
Zero Boys,
Monks,
World's Most,
Chris & Cosey,
The J.B.'s,
Pantytec,
Sixth Finger,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Franke,
Faust,
Gabor Szabo,
Aaron Thompson,
The Victims,
Slick Rick,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Litter,
Mark Hollis,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.