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 Bhutan and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Slackers to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 marimba and a theremin 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 harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
X-Ray Spex,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eddi Front,
The Shadows of Knight,
KRS-One,
The Slits,
Mr. Review,
The Mojo Men,
Pulsallama,
The Electric Prunes,
The Buckinghams,
Carl Craig,
Sonic Youth,
LL Cool J,
The Music Machine,
Pagans,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
John Foxx,
Hasil Adkins,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
John Cale,
Ossler,
Altered Images,
Swell Maps,
The Names,
Andrew Hill,
Glenn Branca,
OOIOO,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Agitation Free,
Magazine,
Jacob Miller,
Electric Light Orchestra,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pantytec,
Aswad,
Radio Birdman,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ludus,
The Durutti Column,
Sixth Finger,
Soft Machine,
Wire,
Stiv Bators,
The Young Rascals,
The Index,
Derrick Morgan,
PIL,
K-Klass,
Mad Mike,
Bill Near,
Leonard Cohen,
Sandy B,
Scott Walker,
Stetsasonic,
Eric Copeland,
Gerry Rafferty,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Los Fastidios,
Dawn Penn,
Don Cherry,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.