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 Qatar and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 Lille and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Glenn Branca to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare 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 organ and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gabor Szabo,
the Slits,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sixth Finger,
David McCallum,
The Dead C,
Soul Sonic Force,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
LL Cool J,
Nick Fraelich,
The Star Department,
Throbbing Gristle,
Judy Mowatt,
H. Thieme,
Erasure,
Lou Christie,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bob Dylan,
Siglo XX,
Motorama,
The Black Dice,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Pretty Things,
Sam Rivers,
The Index,
X-102,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Monolake,
Gregory Isaacs,
Letta Mbulu,
Fad Gadget,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Pop Group,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dawn Penn,
Ultravox,
Aaron Thompson,
Magazine,
Eyeless In Gaza,
This Heat,
Fela Kuti,
Donald Byrd,
The Kinks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Andrew Hill,
Colin Newman,
Darondo,
Pantaleimon,
The Dirtbombs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Carl Craig,
Chrome,
The J.B.'s,
Pet Shop Boys,
Scrapy,
The Blues Magoos,
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.