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 Guatemala and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Ornette Coleman to the grime 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 Slackers. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba 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 clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gregory Isaacs,
Soulsonic Force,
Darondo,
Anakelly,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Scan 7,
The Alarm Clocks,
Erykah Badu,
The Neon Judgement,
T.S.O.L.,
Harry Pussy,
Derrick May,
Moby Grape,
8 Eyed Spy,
Aural Exciters,
Barrington Levy,
Rites of Spring,
Slick Rick,
Can,
Outsiders,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pharoah Sanders,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Al Stewart,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Radiopuhelimet,
Scratch Acid,
Zero Boys,
The Red Krayola,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Subhumans,
Ossler,
Bang On A Can,
Loose Ends,
Spandau Ballet,
Excepter,
Icehouse,
Ituana,
Yaz,
John Lydon,
the Bar-Kays,
The Cowsills,
The Music Machine,
Lower 48,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Fortunes,
Kool Moe Dee,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Harmonia,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
These Immortal Souls,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bush Tetras,
Skriet,
Ronnie Foster,
Archie Shepp,
X-101,
The Gap Band,
The Trojans,
Dennis Brown,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.