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 Tajikistan and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the 808 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 Peter & Gordon to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb 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 clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Sam Rivers,
The Fire Engines,
Mission of Burma,
Soul II Soul,
The Human League,
Organ,
Lightning Bolt,
Scott Walker,
Jeff Mills,
E-Dancer,
Stockholm Monsters,
Radiopuhelimet,
T. Rex,
Quando Quango,
Morten Harket,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Slave,
Wire,
Porter Ricks,
D'Angelo,
Make Up,
Easy Going,
Eden Ahbez,
Nik Kershaw,
Surgeon,
Magma,
Moss Icon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Fortunes,
Ronnie Foster,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Aaron Thompson,
The Techniques,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Swans,
Alice Coltrane,
Aural Exciters,
The Electric Prunes,
Pulsallama,
Minor Threat,
One Last Wish,
the Bar-Kays,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pole,
Parry Music,
Junior Murvin,
Neu!,
Neil Young,
Faust,
Schoolly D,
The Red Krayola,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Brothers Johnson,
The Walker Brothers,
The Count Five,
ABC,
The Tremeloes,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.