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 Tajikistan and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Rakim to the rock 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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba 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 sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
John Lydon,
Kool Moe Dee,
Tom Boy,
Max Romeo,
Heaven 17,
the Slits,
Reuben Wilson,
Joyce Sims,
Bush Tetras,
Blake Baxter,
Faraquet,
Spandau Ballet,
Eurythmics,
Severed Heads,
Nils Olav,
Zero Boys,
E-Dancer,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
a-ha,
Colin Newman,
Easy Going,
cv313,
Throbbing Gristle,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Maleditus Sound,
June of 44,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Siglo XX,
ABBA,
Roy Ayers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mad Mike,
The Fuzztones,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bad Manners,
Babytalk,
Sällskapet,
Sonny Sharrock,
Faust,
Arab on Radar,
Crash Course in Science,
Aaron Thompson,
Adolescents,
Cecil Taylor,
The Black Dice,
Sonic Youth,
Rosa Yemen,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Seeds,
Wings,
Aural Exciters,
T. Rex,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Schoolly D,
Alison Limerick,
Flash Fearless,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Five Americans,
David Bowie,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
JFA,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.