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 Barbados and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Alice Coltrane to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet 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 rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
The Litter,
Radiohead,
Sam Rivers,
Circle Jerks,
Joe Smooth,
Girls At Our Best!,
Peter and Kerry,
Barrington Levy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ponytail,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Tomorrow,
Kerri Chandler,
Schoolly D,
Scratch Acid,
Public Image Ltd.,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
John Coltrane,
Television,
Carl Craig,
Shuggie Otis,
OOIOO,
The Doobie Brothers,
Tears for Fears,
Fugazi,
Faust,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Flipper,
Gong,
Half Japanese,
The American Breed,
Mars,
B.T. Express,
Yazoo,
Bob Dylan,
Laurel Aitken,
Tres Demented,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Leonard Cohen,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kurtis Blow,
Crime,
Aural Exciters,
Animal Collective,
Pole,
The Raincoats,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Roger Hodgson,
The Techniques,
H. Thieme,
Gil Scott Heron,
DNA,
Newcleus,
The Modern Lovers,
Mandrill,
Minutemen,
The Blackbyrds,
Echospace,
Eli Mardock,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.