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 Netherlands and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 X-101 to the electroclash 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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Connie Case,
Drive Like Jehu,
Desert Stars,
Inner City,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pole,
Fear,
Wire,
Shuggie Otis,
Zero Boys,
Nik Kershaw,
Cluster,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Porter Ricks,
UT,
Ituana,
Can,
The Martian,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cymande,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Moody Blues,
Eurythmics,
Piero Umiliani,
The Neon Judgement,
the Germs,
Brand Nubian,
Sexual Harrassment,
Warren Ellis,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Black Flag,
Slick Rick,
The Happenings,
Godley & Creme,
Pylon,
Sam Rivers,
Skriet,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Roy Ayers,
Livin' Joy,
Loose Ends,
The Kinks,
Youth Brigade,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mantronix,
Arthur Verocai,
Freddie Wadling,
Crispy Ambulance,
Funkadelic,
the Sonics,
Kayak,
Groovy Waters,
Nico,
The Fall,
The Evens,
Scan 7,
Matthew Bourne,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Royal Trux,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.