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 Netherlands and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an oboe and an arpeggiator 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 mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Quadrant,
Oblivians,
Parry Music,
Chris Corsano,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sandy B,
U.S. Maple,
Curtis Mayfield,
Whodini,
Minutemen,
Henry Cow,
The Sonics,
The Music Machine,
Qualms,
Radiohead,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Smoke,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
K-Klass,
Interpol,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Tres Demented,
The Angels of Light,
Gang of Four,
Infiniti,
Tom Boy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Derrick Morgan,
Lindisfarne,
The Modern Lovers,
Minny Pops,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Golliwogs,
The Toasters,
Severed Heads,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Red Krayola,
Eve St. Jones,
Iggy Pop,
Sam Rivers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Unrelated Segments,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Soft Machine,
Black Moon,
Bronski Beat,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sun Ra,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kurtis Blow,
The Last Poets,
The Gladiators,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
X-Ray Spex,
Rosa Yemen,
Neu!,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Michelle Simonal,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.