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 Iraq and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Eddi Front to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord 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 chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Rekid,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
T. Rex,
Black Pus,
Zapp,
Little Man,
This Heat,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Happenings,
D'Angelo,
Agent Orange,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lalann,
Drexciya,
Fear,
Royal Trux,
The Five Americans,
Eve St. Jones,
Masters at Work,
Pantaleimon,
Theoretical Girls,
Scientists,
The Motions,
Grauzone,
Soft Cell,
Popol Vuh,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Golliwogs,
The Invisible,
Liliput,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bauhaus,
Tubeway Army,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sonny Sharrock,
F. McDonald,
Black Flag,
June Days,
The Cure,
John Coltrane,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mars,
Faraquet,
The Monochrome Set,
Simply Red,
LL Cool J,
Guru Guru,
Jawbox,
Interpol,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Patti Smith,
Scion,
Bad Manners,
John Foxx,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Walker Brothers,
Erasure,
The Raincoats,
Yusef Lateef,
Tom Boy,
La Düsseldorf,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.