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 Belgium and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Seoul.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Stereo Dub to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 snare and a chamberlin 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 chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
World's Most,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lou Christie,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Trumans Water,
Alton Ellis,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Absolute Body Control,
Warsaw,
Pagans,
The Last Poets,
Bauhaus,
Flipper,
Cymande,
Pere Ubu,
Half Japanese,
Niagra,
Wally Richardson,
Crooked Eye,
the Germs,
Jandek,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Andrew Hill,
Soft Cell,
Magazine,
The Buckinghams,
The Durutti Column,
Easy Going,
Howard Jones,
Barbara Tucker,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Matthew Bourne,
Isaac Hayes,
La Düsseldorf,
Grey Daturas,
The Beau Brummels,
Ralphi Rosario,
Dennis Brown,
Peter and Kerry,
The Blues Magoos,
Kenny Larkin,
Rakim,
Colin Newman,
Lou Reed,
John Cale,
Eric Dolphy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Skriet,
Joe Finger,
Youth Brigade,
The Detroit Cobras,
Oneida,
Livin' Joy,
Fatback Band,
Warren Ellis,
The Evens,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.