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 Malawi and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Fortunes to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator 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 marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Funkadelic,
The Dave Clark Five,
Swell Maps,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
Yusef Lateef,
The Mojo Men,
Boz Scaggs,
A Certain Ratio,
Albert Ayler,
The Golliwogs,
Index,
David Axelrod,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Zero Boys,
Desert Stars,
Roy Ayers,
Hashim,
Stiv Bators,
MDC,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Nas,
Crispian St. Peters,
Masters at Work,
Underground Resistance,
Fad Gadget,
Hoover,
Wings,
Rod Modell,
Vladislav Delay,
D'Angelo,
F. McDonald,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Human League,
The American Breed,
Ponytail,
The Flesh Eaters,
Grey Daturas,
The Stooges,
Dual Sessions,
Essential Logic,
Wally Richardson,
Kevin Saunderson,
Amazonics,
The Martian,
Arthur Verocai,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Names,
Deepchord,
The Alarm Clocks,
Organ,
Andrew Hill,
Clear Light,
Accadde A,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Barrington Levy,
Ossler,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rapeman,
Rites of Spring,
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.