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 Slovenia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Johannesburg.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Bill Near to the jazz 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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer 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 oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Monolake,
Blake Baxter,
Moebius,
Bush Tetras,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sister Nancy,
Easy Going,
Colin Newman,
Half Japanese,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Trumans Water,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Modern Lovers,
Derrick Morgan,
The Busters,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Hashim,
Hoover,
Delon & Dalcan,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Dead C,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Searchers,
Harmonia,
Sonny Sharrock,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Roxy Music,
The Gap Band,
F. McDonald,
Charles Mingus,
The Misunderstood,
Brass Construction,
Freddie Wadling,
Icehouse,
Y Pants,
Newcleus,
The United States of America,
Crispian St. Peters,
FM Einheit,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
B.T. Express,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eric Dolphy,
Alton Ellis,
The Move,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Brick,
the Bar-Kays,
Zero Boys,
The Standells,
Toni Rubio,
Suicide,
A Certain Ratio,
Erasure,
Khruangbin,
Rhythm & Sound,
Boogie Down Productions,
Cameo,
Judy Mowatt,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.