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 Chile and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Soft Machine to the electroclash 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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Quando Quango,
Lee Hazlewood,
Don Cherry,
Morten Harket,
Duran Duran,
Brothers Johnson,
The Kinks,
Loose Ends,
Neil Young,
Amon Düül II,
Fear,
H. Thieme,
8 Eyed Spy,
Leonard Cohen,
Thompson Twins,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gang Starr,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Bar-Kays,
Simply Red,
JFA,
Rhythm & Sound,
Neu!,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Public Enemy,
Magazine,
The Fortunes,
The Modern Lovers,
Spoonie Gee,
The Blackbyrds,
Franke,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bootsy Collins,
Ultimate Spinach,
Suicide,
Cecil Taylor,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Au Pairs,
Aloha Tigers,
The Gories,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Buzzcocks,
The Selecter,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
John Coltrane,
John Foxx,
Royal Trux,
Babytalk,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Deepchord,
Fad Gadget,
Clear Light,
F. McDonald,
Mr. Review,
Lucky Dragons,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Althea and Donna,
China Crisis,
Television Personalities,
Sexual Harrassment,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.