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 Slovakia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 theremin 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 Lungfish to the punk 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 synthesizer 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 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?
Throbbing Gristle,
Erykah Badu,
Dead Boys,
David Axelrod,
The Toasters,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Godley & Creme,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Standells,
Q65,
Jawbox,
Public Enemy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Subhumans,
Terry Callier,
Marc Almond,
Susan Cadogan,
Gabor Szabo,
Darondo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Glenn Branca,
The Raincoats,
Ludus,
Kool Moe Dee,
Goldenarms,
Cymande,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Warsaw,
Index,
Charles Mingus,
The Cosmic Jokers,
June Days,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Count Five,
Lou Christie,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jeff Mills,
In Retrospect,
Metal Thangz,
R.M.O.,
Trumans Water,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gong,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Basic Channel,
The Moody Blues,
Crash Course in Science,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Tim Buckley,
Television,
Eric Dolphy,
Nas,
Pierre Henry,
Inner City,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.