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 Belize and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar 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 Camouflage to the crunk 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro 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 rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Shuggie Otis,
The Kinks,
Soulsonic Force,
The Doors,
Kevin Saunderson,
Robert Wyatt,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rod Modell,
Tom Boy,
The Searchers,
Aaron Thompson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Harpers Bizarre,
Avey Tare,
Pierre Henry,
The Martian,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Donald Byrd,
The Pop Group,
Scan 7,
The Techniques,
Panda Bear,
Alton Ellis,
Accadde A,
Clear Light,
Sällskapet,
Ornette Coleman,
Liliput,
The Smiths,
Alice Coltrane,
Basic Channel,
Tres Demented,
X-102,
The Walker Brothers,
The Leaves,
the Fania All-Stars,
Stiv Bators,
Eric Dolphy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sparks,
Soft Machine,
Subhumans,
Sonny Sharrock,
ABC,
Unwound,
Crime,
Pharoah Sanders,
Funkadelic,
The Dave Clark Five,
DJ Sneak,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Max Romeo,
DJ Style,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Misunderstood,
The Remains,
The Buckinghams,
Lungfish,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.