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 Russia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Goldenarms to the grunge 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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 clarinet and a rhodes 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 sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Velvet Underground,
Mantronix,
Cluster,
Man Eating Sloth,
Robert Wyatt,
Tom Boy,
Saccharine Trust,
Swans,
The Birthday Party,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Das Ding,
The Doobie Brothers,
Patti Smith,
Procol Harum,
Stetsasonic,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mark Hollis,
John Cale,
Silicon Teens,
Derrick Morgan,
Tommy Roe,
John Coltrane,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Alison Limerick,
Porter Ricks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Slits,
Scratch Acid,
L. Decosne,
The Busters,
the Normal,
Eddi Front,
Dead Boys,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Reuben Wilson,
E-Dancer,
Blancmange,
DJ Sneak,
Ituana,
Sun City Girls,
This Heat,
Roger Hodgson,
Peter and Kerry,
Reagan Youth,
Aswad,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Litter,
Unwound,
Fluxion,
China Crisis,
Derrick May,
Television Personalities,
Public Enemy,
The J.B.'s,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Moby Grape,
John Foxx,
Joensuu 1685,
Quantec,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.