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 United States and from Madrid.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
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 The Pretty Things to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 808 and an arpeggiator 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 an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Aaron Thompson,
David McCallum,
The Motions,
Barclay James Harvest,
Barrington Levy,
Model 500,
the Slits,
The J.B.'s,
Lucky Dragons,
Godley & Creme,
Subhumans,
Parry Music,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Yazoo,
Q and Not U,
Aloha Tigers,
Blake Baxter,
Zero Boys,
MC5,
Supertramp,
Jerry Gold Smith,
John Holt,
Josef K,
kango's stein massive,
Lower 48,
Terry Callier,
Depeche Mode,
The Blackbyrds,
Pagans,
Howard Jones,
Ludus,
The Associates,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Unrelated Segments,
The Doobie Brothers,
Swans,
Rod Modell,
Gang Gang Dance,
Peter and Kerry,
Funky Four + One,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bobby Byrd,
Gong,
Niagra,
Monolake,
Saccharine Trust,
Electric Prunes,
Monks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kurtis Blow,
Circle Jerks,
Thompson Twins,
The Star Department,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Theoretical Girls,
Q65,
Quadrant,
ABC,
Underground Resistance,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.