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 Paraguay and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 grunge 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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes 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 harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rosa Yemen,
The Evens,
Suburban Knight,
Iggy Pop,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Section 25,
World's Most,
Tres Demented,
Fatback Band,
Liliput,
Piero Umiliani,
Ronnie Foster,
Charles Mingus,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Icehouse,
The Moody Blues,
UT,
The Busters,
The Buckinghams,
Inner City,
The Cure,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bad Manners,
Kayak,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Harmonia,
Agent Orange,
Buzzcocks,
D'Angelo,
T. Rex,
Eddi Front,
LL Cool J,
Jeff Mills,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Electric Prunes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mission of Burma,
Camberwell Now,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Joe Smooth,
Patti Smith,
Barry Ungar,
The Trojans,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Vainqueur,
Graham Central Station,
Marshall Jefferson,
EPMD,
Television Personalities,
Funkadelic,
48th St. Collective,
Magma,
The Toasters,
Ponytail,
Scan 7,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.