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 Morocco and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 K-Klass to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum 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 oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Roxette,
Lindisfarne,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ronan,
Minnie Riperton,
Deadbeat,
Inner City,
Dark Day,
Joy Division,
Deakin,
Amon Düül II,
The Martian,
Bootsy Collins,
Ponytail,
Jesper Dahlback,
Patti Smith,
The Mummies,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Wally Richardson,
Symarip,
EPMD,
The Zeros,
Franke,
The Kinks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Niagra,
Organ,
Colin Newman,
Oblivians,
Tim Buckley,
Hot Snakes,
Loose Ends,
Kaleidoscope,
Public Enemy,
Janne Schatter,
Barry Ungar,
X-101,
The Dead C,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pere Ubu,
The Associates,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Dual Sessions,
Aloha Tigers,
Zero Boys,
Mark Hollis,
Mr. Review,
Bad Manners,
Quadrant,
Von Mondo,
Quando Quango,
Heaven 17,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bob Dylan,
Arthur Verocai,
Judy Mowatt,
Oneida,
Godley & Creme,
The Durutti Column,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.