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 Canada and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the rap 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ 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 clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eurythmics,
Soul Sonic Force,
Nas,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Seeds,
Boz Scaggs,
Black Moon,
Jacob Miller,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Tremeloes,
Y Pants,
Flipper,
Albert Ayler,
The Human League,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sonic Youth,
Jandek,
Deepchord,
Anthony Braxton,
Brothers Johnson,
Tom Boy,
Reagan Youth,
Joy Division,
Lindisfarne,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Vogues,
The Names,
Mars,
E-Dancer,
Janne Schatter,
Monolake,
Smog,
Can,
Fat Boys,
The Selecter,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Oblivians,
Prince Buster,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Quando Quango,
The Techniques,
Urselle,
China Crisis,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
World's Most,
Echospace,
The Velvet Underground,
Ponytail,
Freddie Wadling,
Groovy Waters,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Warsaw,
Q65,
Easy Going,
Harmonia,
Sun Ra,
Scan 7,
The Beau Brummels,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.