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 Costa Rica and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the snare 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 Warsaw to the rock 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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an arpeggiator 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 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
The Mummies,
Main Source,
Wings,
Ornette Coleman,
Easy Going,
Arab on Radar,
Erasure,
Quantec,
The Victims,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bob Dylan,
Kurtis Blow,
Organ,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
John Holt,
X-101,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Wire,
Soul Sonic Force,
Underground Resistance,
Jesper Dahlback,
Joensuu 1685,
The Grass Roots,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Au Pairs,
Crash Course in Science,
Icehouse,
Matthew Bourne,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Tropical Tobacco,
Anakelly,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Johnny Clarke,
The Black Dice,
The Busters,
Tomorrow,
Dave Gahan,
Funkadelic,
Altered Images,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Offenders,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pantytec,
Roy Ayers,
Suburban Knight,
Khruangbin,
Angry Samoans,
DJ Sneak,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pharoah Sanders,
Aloha Tigers,
Bootsy Collins,
Minutemen,
DJ Style,
Josef K,
Idris Muhammad,
Marc Almond,
Intrusion,
Pagans,
The Trojans,
James White and The Blacks,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.