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 Paraguay and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lou Christie to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron 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 synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Funkadelic,
X-102,
ABBA,
Rufus Thomas,
Max Romeo,
Kerri Chandler,
The Tremeloes,
John Lydon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gabor Szabo,
Pierre Henry,
Depeche Mode,
LL Cool J,
Yellowson,
Deepchord,
Lalann,
Interpol,
Hoover,
The Happenings,
Shoche,
Kaleidoscope,
Matthew Halsall,
Flipper,
Jacob Miller,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Section 25,
Fear,
Derrick May,
The Stooges,
Harmonia,
The Young Rascals,
Subhumans,
Eve St. Jones,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Groovy Waters,
John Cale,
Saccharine Trust,
Steve Hackett,
Q and Not U,
Swell Maps,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Buckinghams,
Pagans,
The Shadows of Knight,
a-ha,
Black Flag,
Stereo Dub,
Suburban Knight,
The Gladiators,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lungfish,
Sight & Sound,
The Birthday Party,
Crispy Ambulance,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cybotron,
Ornette Coleman,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Cal Tjader,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.