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 Vanuatu and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the dance 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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord 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 rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Anakelly,
Funkadelic,
a-ha,
The Toasters,
Henry Cow,
Traffic Nightmare,
Trumans Water,
The Associates,
Television Personalities,
Animal Collective,
EPMD,
Mr. Review,
Loose Ends,
June Days,
Yellowson,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gong,
Danielle Patucci,
The Searchers,
Matthew Halsall,
The Moody Blues,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Move,
The Tremeloes,
Eddi Front,
John Coltrane,
Jeff Mills,
Procol Harum,
the Sonics,
Faust,
Drexciya,
Suburban Knight,
Scientists,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Public Enemy,
Cameo,
Agitation Free,
The Durutti Column,
Los Fastidios,
Wings,
Derrick May,
the Slits,
John Cale,
Lebanon Hanover,
Colin Newman,
Eric Dolphy,
Spoonie Gee,
Subhumans,
Scott Walker,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Remains,
Khruangbin,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Cymande,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fatback Band,
Prince Buster,
Country Teasers,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.