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 Chile and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Infiniti to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord 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 güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
The Martian,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lungfish,
the Human League,
Nils Olav,
Gang Starr,
Smog,
John Foxx,
Liliput,
Masters at Work,
Pierre Henry,
Metal Thangz,
Camouflage,
The Flesh Eaters,
Delta 5,
Ludus,
Basic Channel,
Drive Like Jehu,
Laurel Aitken,
The Sonics,
Blake Baxter,
Icehouse,
Jesper Dahlback,
Robert Hood,
Flash Fearless,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Underground Resistance,
China Crisis,
Wire,
Rosa Yemen,
Soft Machine,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Zeros,
Pharoah Sanders,
This Heat,
R.M.O.,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Durutti Column,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Gories,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
June of 44,
Stetsasonic,
Eric Dolphy,
Soft Cell,
Bob Dylan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Sound,
Steve Hackett,
Shoche,
Gregory Isaacs,
Toni Rubio,
Jawbox,
Freddie Wadling,
The Blues Magoos,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Neil Young,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Isaac Hayes,
Archie Shepp,
Mark Hollis,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.