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 Korea South and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the jazz 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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin 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 sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Schoolly D,
Bang On A Can,
Infiniti,
Skaos,
Quantec,
Minutemen,
The Names,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gong,
Judy Mowatt,
Michelle Simonal,
The Martian,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Electric Prunes,
Marshall Jefferson,
Easy Going,
Don Cherry,
Arthur Verocai,
The Tremeloes,
Pierre Henry,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Busters,
Jerry's Kids,
This Heat,
Average White Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
kango's stein massive,
Lee Hazlewood,
Clear Light,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Charles Mingus,
Juan Atkins,
The Litter,
Kerri Chandler,
The Dead C,
Skarface,
Scratch Acid,
Flash Fearless,
Lindisfarne,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Monks,
John Coltrane,
Erykah Badu,
Pantaleimon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Leonard Cohen,
Fela Kuti,
Gabor Szabo,
Visage,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rosa Yemen,
Oneida,
Steve Hackett,
Hoover,
Little Man,
The Young Rascals,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.