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 Kyrgyzstan and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Skriet to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Normal. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro 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?
Bang On A Can,
The Associates,
The Sonics,
Fela Kuti,
June Days,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
John Coltrane,
Buzzcocks,
Neu!,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Echospace,
Rod Modell,
Animal Collective,
Mandrill,
Eric Copeland,
In Retrospect,
Tomorrow,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Don Cherry,
Rakim,
Darondo,
The Angels of Light,
Loose Ends,
Mad Mike,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Busters,
The Electric Prunes,
Skaos,
Malaria!,
Aaron Thompson,
The Count Five,
The Buckinghams,
Ultimate Spinach,
F. McDonald,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eric Dolphy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Martian,
Massinfluence,
The Searchers,
Albert Ayler,
Scientists,
Blancmange,
These Immortal Souls,
MC5,
Severed Heads,
Nik Kershaw,
Radiohead,
Heaven 17,
Marvin Gaye,
Schoolly D,
Dorothy Ashby,
James White and The Blacks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Joensuu 1685,
Negative Approach,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.