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 Liechtenstein and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet 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 güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
The Leaves,
The Zeros,
The Alarm Clocks,
Glenn Branca,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Unwound,
Howard Jones,
Amon Düül,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
kango's stein massive,
Radiohead,
Frankie Knuckles,
Delon & Dalcan,
Blake Baxter,
Delta 5,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bluetip,
Roy Ayers,
Alice Coltrane,
The Pop Group,
Index,
The Saints,
Mr. Review,
Technova,
Maurizio,
One Last Wish,
Jacob Miller,
Lakeside,
Ohio Players,
Magma,
The Star Department,
Stiv Bators,
Altered Images,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rites of Spring,
Cybotron,
The Birthday Party,
The Black Dice,
Fear,
Robert Hood,
Joyce Sims,
The Gap Band,
OOIOO,
Sex Pistols,
Gichy Dan,
Sun City Girls,
Bob Dylan,
Grauzone,
The Gun Club,
Yazoo,
KRS-One,
The Sound,
Lindisfarne,
Matthew Halsall,
The Martian,
Wolf Eyes,
Bobby Byrd,
Kerri Chandler,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.