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 Uzbekistan and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Television to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
Althea and Donna,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Sonics,
The Stooges,
Black Flag,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gang Green,
Pierre Henry,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Heaven 17,
Monks,
Joe Smooth,
The Skatalites,
The Count Five,
LL Cool J,
Lyres,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Joy Division,
The Slackers,
Ornette Coleman,
Lalann,
Ken Boothe,
Sun City Girls,
Ronnie Foster,
The Grass Roots,
Absolute Body Control,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Robert Wyatt,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Cramps,
Erasure,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ralphi Rosario,
Television,
Gong,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jerry's Kids,
Agent Orange,
Quando Quango,
Arthur Verocai,
Metal Thangz,
Cymande,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jesper Dahlback,
Wolf Eyes,
D'Angelo,
Lightning Bolt,
The Move,
Mark Hollis,
Sex Pistols,
The Offenders,
The Music Machine,
Average White Band,
the Soft Cell,
Essential Logic,
Bobby Sherman,
Lungfish,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.