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 Panama and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the 808 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro 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 clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Crime,
Agitation Free,
Altered Images,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Maurizio,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eric Copeland,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Johnny Osbourne,
Saccharine Trust,
Bauhaus,
Symarip,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Spandau Ballet,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Moss Icon,
Mission of Burma,
FM Einheit,
R.M.O.,
The Leaves,
Kevin Saunderson,
Swell Maps,
Trumans Water,
The Remains,
Rekid,
Danielle Patucci,
The Doobie Brothers,
Black Sheep,
The Mummies,
Television,
James White and The Blacks,
D'Angelo,
Duran Duran,
Thompson Twins,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Faraquet,
Depeche Mode,
Stiv Bators,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
PIL,
New Age Steppers,
Jeff Mills,
The Saints,
Isaac Hayes,
Bluetip,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Trojans,
Reagan Youth,
Barclay James Harvest,
Johnny Clarke,
Icehouse,
The Victims,
Kurtis Blow,
Soft Machine,
10cc,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Association,
Joe Finger,
Bootsy Collins,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.