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 Pakistan and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Swans to the grime 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 The Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar 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 guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Deepchord,
David Axelrod,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sex Pistols,
Flamin' Groovies,
Main Source,
Crime,
Dennis Brown,
Scan 7,
John Holt,
The Standells,
Jerry's Kids,
Kas Product,
Pagans,
Soft Cell,
Piero Umiliani,
Aural Exciters,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bill Near,
Au Pairs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
X-Ray Spex,
The Human League,
Camberwell Now,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
JFA,
Technova,
Bronski Beat,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cameo,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pierre Henry,
Sarah Menescal,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Procol Harum,
Eurythmics,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Move,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kerri Chandler,
Danielle Patucci,
Lebanon Hanover,
Roxy Music,
Brand Nubian,
Cecil Taylor,
The Neon Judgement,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lucky Dragons,
Tom Boy,
The Slits,
Neil Young,
Black Moon,
Amon Düül II,
Slick Rick,
The Birthday Party,
Eric Copeland,
Drexciya,
H. Thieme,
Jeff Mills,
10cc,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.