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 Yemen and from Lagos.
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 Madrid and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 The Misunderstood to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron 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 sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Banda Bassotti,
Moebius,
Howard Jones,
Joyce Sims,
David Axelrod,
June of 44,
Archie Shepp,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Flesh Eaters,
Qualms,
The Doors,
Zapp,
Bobby Womack,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Television Personalities,
The Smoke,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sällskapet,
Bauhaus,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lightning Bolt,
One Last Wish,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Moleskins,
Nick Fraelich,
Nils Olav,
Smog,
the Association,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Seeds,
Audionom,
Lower 48,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pierre Henry,
Peter & Gordon,
Roxette,
the Human League,
Todd Terry,
Altered Images,
Tomorrow,
Public Enemy,
Excepter,
The Evens,
Visage,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rod Modell,
Scrapy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Livin' Joy,
Hot Snakes,
cv313,
Boredoms,
Moby Grape,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rapeman,
Electric Prunes,
June Days,
The Monochrome Set,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.