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 Tuvalu and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Philadelphia.
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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Electric Prunes 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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba 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 an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Scott Walker,
The Victims,
The Raincoats,
Grey Daturas,
Infiniti,
Ponytail,
Organ,
Yusef Lateef,
Pet Shop Boys,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Wally Richardson,
Kerri Chandler,
A Certain Ratio,
Warsaw,
Alison Limerick,
Harmonia,
New York Dolls,
Gong,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dorothy Ashby,
Toni Rubio,
The Cowsills,
The J.B.'s,
Black Bananas,
Boz Scaggs,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fugazi,
The Golliwogs,
Can,
Avey Tare,
Jandek,
MDC,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Suicide,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gang Green,
Dennis Brown,
The Kinks,
Marine Girls,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Saccharine Trust,
Brick,
Dead Boys,
Bobby Sherman,
the Soft Cell,
Faust,
Easy Going,
Black Pus,
The Blackbyrds,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Mojo Men,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Roxy Music,
Qualms,
Sixth Finger,
Young Marble Giants,
The Wake,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.