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 Suriname and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Madrid.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the organ 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 Gang Green to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron 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 rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
The Saints,
Ornette Coleman,
Sällskapet,
Joe Finger,
Echospace,
Hoover,
Malaria!,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nils Olav,
Bobby Byrd,
The Wake,
Youth Brigade,
Prince Buster,
Nico,
Tropical Tobacco,
Tubeway Army,
Kayak,
Thee Headcoats,
Boredoms,
Unwound,
Bush Tetras,
Pantytec,
The Human League,
Hot Snakes,
Alton Ellis,
The Modern Lovers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Black Bananas,
Franke,
Maleditus Sound,
EPMD,
the Slits,
Derrick May,
Q and Not U,
Talk Talk,
Hasil Adkins,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Newcleus,
The Zeros,
Altered Images,
Cecil Taylor,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bauhaus,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nick Fraelich,
The Invisible,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mission of Burma,
The Mojo Men,
DJ Style,
Robert Wyatt,
Radiohead,
Ash Ra Tempel,
JFA,
The Evens,
The Dirtbombs,
Scan 7,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.