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 Indonesia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Dead C to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin 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 marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pharoah Sanders,
Essential Logic,
Warren Ellis,
Tom Boy,
Silicon Teens,
The Count Five,
This Heat,
Howard Jones,
Sugar Minott,
Sällskapet,
Morten Harket,
Deepchord,
Donald Byrd,
Banda Bassotti,
Amon Düül,
Sparks,
Black Flag,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Human League,
The Black Dice,
Harpers Bizarre,
Symarip,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Subhumans,
The Neon Judgement,
Sex Pistols,
Neil Young,
Sonic Youth,
Massinfluence,
Suicide,
Pantaleimon,
Mark Hollis,
Ten City,
Jawbox,
Roger Hodgson,
Erykah Badu,
Susan Cadogan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Bar-Kays,
Heaven 17,
Eli Mardock,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Swans,
Joey Negro,
Kenny Larkin,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Slackers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tomorrow,
Hashim,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sonny Sharrock,
Grandmaster Flash,
Soul Sonic Force,
Joe Smooth,
8 Eyed Spy,
Isaac Hayes,
The Cure,
JFA,
Fluxion,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.