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 San Marino and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 DNA to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Janne Schatter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Scratch Acid,
The Buckinghams,
Joy Division,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rosa Yemen,
Throbbing Gristle,
Junior Murvin,
The Dave Clark Five,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Radiohead,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Accadde A,
The Fortunes,
Maurizio,
Dual Sessions,
Donny Hathaway,
The Black Dice,
Graham Central Station,
Big Daddy Kane,
Boredoms,
Scrapy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Joe Smooth,
Brothers Johnson,
Gerry Rafferty,
Altered Images,
Slick Rick,
Niagra,
LL Cool J,
DJ Sneak,
The Zeros,
Camouflage,
Freddie Wadling,
Dennis Brown,
Ultravox,
ABC,
Arab on Radar,
Jeff Lynne,
Banda Bassotti,
Bush Tetras,
The Pop Group,
Heaven 17,
Cymande,
Au Pairs,
Supertramp,
the Germs,
Make Up,
Eric B and Rakim,
China Crisis,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Zapp,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bill Near,
JFA,
Godley & Creme,
L. Decosne,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.