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 Malawi and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the guitar 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 Radio Birdman to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 harpsichord and a linndrum 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 linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Altered Images,
James White and The Blacks,
DJ Sneak,
The Saints,
Au Pairs,
Symarip,
Sällskapet,
Judy Mowatt,
Reuben Wilson,
The Fuzztones,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rod Modell,
Sugar Minott,
Kerri Chandler,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gerry Rafferty,
June Days,
Arcadia,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
One Last Wish,
Ice-T,
Boredoms,
The Human League,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Marvin Gaye,
Maleditus Sound,
Johnny Clarke,
Black Pus,
Talk Talk,
Bronski Beat,
Lindisfarne,
Flash Fearless,
Ken Boothe,
Clear Light,
Quando Quango,
Gichy Dan,
Yellowson,
AZ,
Crime,
Surgeon,
the Sonics,
Faust,
Joey Negro,
Sun Ra,
Duran Duran,
Severed Heads,
Henry Cow,
The Durutti Column,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Roxy Music,
Boogie Down Productions,
Black Bananas,
Echospace,
Make Up,
The Motions,
Rufus Thomas,
The Offenders,
Radiohead,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Fortunes,
Funkadelic,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.