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 New Zealand and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Tears for Fears to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Symarip,
Godley & Creme,
The Victims,
Leonard Cohen,
MC5,
Mark Hollis,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Roger Hodgson,
Spandau Ballet,
Roy Ayers,
Cheater Slicks,
Fear,
Crooked Eye,
June Days,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Angels of Light,
The Last Poets,
DJ Style,
Avey Tare,
Johnny Clarke,
Archie Shepp,
Alton Ellis,
June of 44,
Ultravox,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Darondo,
Jerry's Kids,
Minutemen,
Absolute Body Control,
The Dirtbombs,
Derrick Morgan,
Neil Young,
Cal Tjader,
Henry Cow,
Y Pants,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Glenn Branca,
The Tremeloes,
Moby Grape,
Moss Icon,
Letta Mbulu,
Half Japanese,
Ossler,
Trumans Water,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lightning Bolt,
Peter & Gordon,
Organ,
Bobby Womack,
Ken Boothe,
Animal Collective,
Los Fastidios,
Gong,
Television,
H. Thieme,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Remains,
Blancmange,
Essential Logic,
Severed Heads,
R.M.O.,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.