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 New Zealand and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Rakim to the disco 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin 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 clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Vainqueur,
Lalann,
Brand Nubian,
Don Cherry,
Cluster,
John Cale,
Lightning Bolt,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Crispian St. Peters,
Hashim,
Joe Finger,
The Fuzztones,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lindisfarne,
The Monks,
Blancmange,
Japan,
The Gun Club,
The Vogues,
Tears for Fears,
Sugar Minott,
Henry Cow,
Wire,
Electric Prunes,
The Moleskins,
Big Daddy Kane,
Chrome,
ABBA,
Wolf Eyes,
Lucky Dragons,
Erykah Badu,
Siglo XX,
L. Decosne,
Kerrie Biddell,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Youth Brigade,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Barrington Levy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Duran Duran,
Dave Gahan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Knickerbockers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Shuggie Otis,
The Black Dice,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Juan Atkins,
Jandek,
Scratch Acid,
Spoonie Gee,
Crash Course in Science,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Hoover,
The Dave Clark Five,
Funky Four + One,
Quadrant,
The Fortunes,
Byron Stingily,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.