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 Kazakhstan and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 marimba 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 chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
Hasil Adkins,
Gang Gang Dance,
Janne Schatter,
New Age Steppers,
Danielle Patucci,
The Evens,
David Axelrod,
Deadbeat,
Sam Rivers,
Oneida,
Gong,
The Pretty Things,
Guru Guru,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Mandrill,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Roxette,
The Move,
Camberwell Now,
Ronan,
Erykah Badu,
MC5,
48th St. Collective,
The Black Dice,
The Gladiators,
Quadrant,
The Trojans,
Ornette Coleman,
Crooked Eye,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
B.T. Express,
H. Thieme,
Eric B and Rakim,
Electric Prunes,
Newcleus,
Hot Snakes,
Vladislav Delay,
Chris Corsano,
Cecil Taylor,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mr. Review,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Arthur Verocai,
Franke,
Jacob Miller,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ronnie Foster,
Gregory Isaacs,
Nick Fraelich,
Faust,
Matthew Halsall,
Pylon,
China Crisis,
John Cale,
Peter & Gordon,
Wally Richardson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Hoover,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.