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 Equatorial Guinea and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 güiro 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 D'Angelo to the crunk 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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar 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 linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Modern Lovers,
Niagra,
The Index,
Section 25,
DJ Sneak,
Minnie Riperton,
Eddi Front,
Nils Olav,
Country Teasers,
Lightning Bolt,
Roger Hodgson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fugazi,
Fat Boys,
Whodini,
Barbara Tucker,
R.M.O.,
The Stooges,
OOIOO,
Basic Channel,
Eric Dolphy,
The New Christs,
Toni Rubio,
Flash Fearless,
The Trojans,
Quantec,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Swell Maps,
Minutemen,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Dave Clark Five,
Newcleus,
Reagan Youth,
The Smiths,
Isaac Hayes,
Leonard Cohen,
Janne Schatter,
Hoover,
Matthew Bourne,
Cameo,
New Age Steppers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Thee Headcoats,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jacob Miller,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Animal Collective,
Al Stewart,
Black Flag,
The Moody Blues,
Lakeside,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Tom Boy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Funkadelic,
Wire,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.