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 Suriname and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Glasgow.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Gories to the techno 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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord 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 snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
Sam Rivers,
Amon Düül II,
Chrome,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Skarface,
Visage,
Eve St. Jones,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Smoke,
Pole,
Brand Nubian,
The Knickerbockers,
Donny Hathaway,
Fugazi,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Litter,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Toasters,
Black Pus,
Vainqueur,
Ituana,
MC5,
Can,
Ossler,
Spoonie Gee,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
In Retrospect,
Aloha Tigers,
Monolake,
Duran Duran,
Malaria!,
June of 44,
Con Funk Shun,
Scott Walker,
8 Eyed Spy,
Alice Coltrane,
T. Rex,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cybotron,
The Invisible,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Groovy Waters,
Swell Maps,
Ice-T,
Goldenarms,
Joyce Sims,
the Association,
Alton Ellis,
Donald Byrd,
The Monochrome Set,
EPMD,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ultra Naté,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Fire Engines,
New Age Steppers,
Skriet,
Minor Threat,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Harmonia,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.