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 Burundi and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Black Dice to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ 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 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Gang Starr,
The Skatalites,
Derrick Morgan,
Erasure,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rod Modell,
OOIOO,
the Normal,
Black Sheep,
Eden Ahbez,
The Index,
Parry Music,
It's A Beautiful Day,
R.M.O.,
John Foxx,
Colin Newman,
The Saints,
Throbbing Gristle,
Matthew Bourne,
Pere Ubu,
Television,
The Misunderstood,
Young Marble Giants,
Wolf Eyes,
the Sonics,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Livin' Joy,
Yaz,
Maleditus Sound,
Alton Ellis,
Bill Near,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Invisible,
Section 25,
The Associates,
Model 500,
The Zeros,
Johnny Clarke,
The Slits,
Eddi Front,
Blossom Toes,
Goldenarms,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Quando Quango,
Andrew Hill,
Cameo,
Todd Terry,
Animal Collective,
Alison Limerick,
Byron Stingily,
Guru Guru,
Prince Buster,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Deepchord,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Residents,
Niagra,
Traffic Nightmare,
X-Ray Spex,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.