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 France and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Eden Ahbez to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 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 an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Quando Quango,
the Soft Cell,
Ludus,
Kurtis Blow,
Animal Collective,
Harry Pussy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Angry Samoans,
Soulsonic Force,
Johnny Clarke,
Crispian St. Peters,
Tres Demented,
Essential Logic,
Pharoah Sanders,
Clear Light,
Matthew Bourne,
Tomorrow,
Monks,
The Electric Prunes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kayak,
Lalann,
Yaz,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eyeless In Gaza,
June Days,
D'Angelo,
X-102,
MDC,
KRS-One,
Nick Fraelich,
Main Source,
Icehouse,
Eli Mardock,
The Sonics,
Rites of Spring,
Jerry's Kids,
The Stooges,
The Cowsills,
Second Layer,
Joyce Sims,
Nico,
The Monks,
Das Ding,
Oblivians,
Circle Jerks,
Ronan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gabor Szabo,
The Happenings,
John Lydon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Gun Club,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sun Ra,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sex Pistols,
Con Funk Shun,
Anakelly,
Sandy B,
Ten City,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.