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 Uganda and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Unwound to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar 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 güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Aural Exciters,
Gerry Rafferty,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Brand Nubian,
Stereo Dub,
Nik Kershaw,
Donald Byrd,
The Invisible,
Dark Day,
Royal Trux,
Lightning Bolt,
Saccharine Trust,
The Velvet Underground,
The Durutti Column,
D'Angelo,
The Smiths,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Count Five,
Peter & Gordon,
Procol Harum,
Colin Newman,
LL Cool J,
Spandau Ballet,
Kerri Chandler,
Funkadelic,
New Order,
Country Joe & The Fish,
John Lydon,
Soulsonic Force,
Wally Richardson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Crispian St. Peters,
Main Source,
Masters at Work,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Cure,
Eric Copeland,
Make Up,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Q65,
Urselle,
Los Fastidios,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Move,
Todd Rundgren,
Bang On A Can,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Angels of Light,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
OOIOO,
Drexciya,
Infiniti,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sun Ra,
Deakin,
Fear,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.