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 Ghana and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Pretty Things to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 rhodes 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 theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Alton Ellis,
Scientists,
Youth Brigade,
Brothers Johnson,
Infiniti,
Deadbeat,
John Holt,
Carl Craig,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Fall,
Goldenarms,
Roy Ayers,
Fatback Band,
New York Dolls,
Letta Mbulu,
Desert Stars,
Quando Quango,
The Red Krayola,
the Normal,
Morten Harket,
Chris Corsano,
Jerry's Kids,
Nico,
The Residents,
Pole,
Alice Coltrane,
Ken Boothe,
The Trojans,
Index,
the Sonics,
Symarip,
Roger Hodgson,
UT,
Hashim,
Skarface,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Stooges,
Nirvana,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Schoolly D,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gil Scott Heron,
PIL,
Faraquet,
Barbara Tucker,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Modern Lovers,
Babytalk,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bobby Byrd,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Maleditus Sound,
New Order,
Black Pus,
Boredoms,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tom Boy,
Electric Prunes,
Big Daddy Kane,
Half Japanese,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.