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 Gabon and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba 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 marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Neu!,
Funky Four + One,
Mandrill,
Soul II Soul,
Newcleus,
Big Daddy Kane,
ABC,
Quando Quango,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Guru Guru,
Wings,
Technova,
Oneida,
Chrome,
The Birthday Party,
Swell Maps,
Amazonics,
The Fall,
Groovy Waters,
Charles Mingus,
Niagra,
Cluster,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Association,
Average White Band,
Lucky Dragons,
The Black Dice,
Quadrant,
Roxette,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Shuggie Otis,
Dorothy Ashby,
Delon & Dalcan,
World's Most,
Kayak,
The Electric Prunes,
The Zeros,
The Gories,
Agitation Free,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Black Flag,
Johnny Osbourne,
Soul Sonic Force,
DJ Sneak,
Susan Cadogan,
Eric B and Rakim,
MC5,
Cymande,
Ornette Coleman,
Y Pants,
John Foxx,
Interpol,
The Alarm Clocks,
Marshall Jefferson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Derrick Morgan,
the Sonics,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
B.T. Express,
kango's stein massive,
Siglo XX,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.