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 Ghana and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Pierre Henry to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin 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 clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Flipper,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Last Poets,
Bill Wells,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Little Man,
Colin Newman,
Ken Boothe,
Gong,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eddi Front,
Jacob Miller,
Crispy Ambulance,
Qualms,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Smiths,
The Moody Blues,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Isaac Hayes,
Roxy Music,
Pantytec,
The Durutti Column,
Bobby Womack,
Hardrive,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Tropical Tobacco,
Alice Coltrane,
Judy Mowatt,
Ultra Naté,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Average White Band,
Grauzone,
Neil Young,
Mary Jane Girls,
Dark Day,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Negative Approach,
the Swans,
Amon Düül,
Boogie Down Productions,
T.S.O.L.,
The Fire Engines,
Lakeside,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
EPMD,
Simply Red,
The Move,
Derrick Morgan,
Fluxion,
Swell Maps,
X-102,
Bush Tetras,
Sixth Finger,
Nick Fraelich,
Black Pus,
the Human League,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.