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 Dominica and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Anakelly to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 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 synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
The Selecter,
Mission of Burma,
Marcia Griffiths,
Barrington Levy,
Quantec,
Amon Düül,
Gastr Del Sol,
Maleditus Sound,
DJ Style,
a-ha,
A Certain Ratio,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Grass Roots,
the Sonics,
Funkadelic,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Detroit Cobras,
Neu!,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Bar-Kays,
Matthew Bourne,
Fela Kuti,
Moebius,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
This Heat,
The Victims,
Sound Behaviour,
Tom Boy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eden Ahbez,
Massinfluence,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Dave Clark Five,
David McCallum,
KRS-One,
Rhythm & Sound,
Procol Harum,
Fat Boys,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Angels of Light,
Arcadia,
New Age Steppers,
Bootsy Collins,
Max Romeo,
Au Pairs,
Althea and Donna,
The Standells,
John Cale,
Chris & Cosey,
Pylon,
Grauzone,
Susan Cadogan,
Bronski Beat,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Glambeats Corp.,
Unwound,
Nirvana,
Banda Bassotti,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.