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 Bahamas and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mumbai.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Reagan Youth to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet 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 güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Howard Jones,
Joe Smooth,
PIL,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rosa Yemen,
Newcleus,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Masters at Work,
Lightning Bolt,
World's Most,
Visage,
Reuben Wilson,
The Searchers,
Terrestrial Tones,
David Bowie,
Bad Manners,
The Gladiators,
Crash Course in Science,
Ossler,
Gang of Four,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Inner City,
The Index,
the Slits,
John Cale,
John Holt,
Desert Stars,
KRS-One,
Magma,
Bobby Sherman,
Erasure,
Dorothy Ashby,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Warsaw,
Bobby Byrd,
Pylon,
K-Klass,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Robert Hood,
Charles Mingus,
The Dirtbombs,
Sparks,
Basic Channel,
Dennis Brown,
Barbara Tucker,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Swans,
June Days,
Spoonie Gee,
Lalo Schifrin,
Television Personalities,
Bronski Beat,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jawbox,
Depeche Mode,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Janne Schatter,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Raincoats,
Banda Bassotti,
Infiniti,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.