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 Belgium and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the crunk 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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe 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 snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Marmalade,
One Last Wish,
Jacob Miller,
CMW,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jandek,
Moss Icon,
Silicon Teens,
Sun Ra,
The United States of America,
X-Ray Spex,
Skriet,
Quadrant,
Slave,
The Durutti Column,
The Divine Comedy,
The Pretty Things,
Byron Stingily,
Adolescents,
Negative Approach,
Bad Manners,
Mantronix,
Brass Construction,
Skarface,
Albert Ayler,
JFA,
The Evens,
Jerry's Kids,
Roy Ayers,
Severed Heads,
Animal Collective,
Simply Red,
Amon Düül,
Frankie Knuckles,
Big Daddy Kane,
June Days,
Roxy Music,
Organ,
The Seeds,
Guru Guru,
Kas Product,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Magazine,
The Dave Clark Five,
Aswad,
Gregory Isaacs,
Joensuu 1685,
Lungfish,
Idris Muhammad,
Dennis Brown,
Black Pus,
Matthew Halsall,
Crispy Ambulance,
D'Angelo,
the Sonics,
Radiohead,
Mr. Review,
Prince Buster,
The Cure,
Vainqueur,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.