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 Kazakhstan and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mumbai.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Electric Prunes to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Scion,
Tomorrow,
Spoonie Gee,
Lindisfarne,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Liliput,
Angry Samoans,
Wasted Youth,
James White and The Blacks,
Oblivians,
Accadde A,
The Martian,
Stiv Bators,
Agitation Free,
PIL,
KRS-One,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
R.M.O.,
X-Ray Spex,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Radiohead,
The Kinks,
ABC,
Max Romeo,
Agent Orange,
Negative Approach,
Moby Grape,
Scratch Acid,
Sun Ra,
Joy Division,
Brand Nubian,
Crispian St. Peters,
Suburban Knight,
Youth Brigade,
Qualms,
New Order,
Soft Machine,
Khruangbin,
Man Eating Sloth,
Interpol,
Jandek,
Ronan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
8 Eyed Spy,
Crime,
Cheater Slicks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Excepter,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lou Christie,
Au Pairs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eve St. Jones,
JFA,
The Pop Group,
Sonic Youth,
Animal Collective,
Juan Atkins,
Lou Reed,
Q65,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.