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 Peru and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Wolf Eyes to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar 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 rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Johnny Clarke,
Graham Central Station,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Dirtbombs,
Yusef Lateef,
Organ,
the Fania All-Stars,
Anthony Braxton,
The Moleskins,
Crash Course in Science,
Main Source,
Wire,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Chris Corsano,
JFA,
Duran Duran,
Roxette,
Vainqueur,
Soul Sonic Force,
Japan,
The Saints,
Simply Red,
Outsiders,
In Retrospect,
The Mummies,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gil Scott Heron,
DJ Sneak,
Tubeway Army,
Mo-Dettes,
The Cramps,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Grauzone,
Parry Music,
Derrick Morgan,
Jerry's Kids,
Bronski Beat,
Matthew Bourne,
Quadrant,
Rapeman,
New Age Steppers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Alton Ellis,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Flash Fearless,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sixth Finger,
Popol Vuh,
Joy Division,
Black Bananas,
the Normal,
Radiopuhelimet,
Shoche,
The Martian,
Au Pairs,
The Cowsills,
Susan Cadogan,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.