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 Oman and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare 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 Bauhaus to the rap 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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow 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 clarinet 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 guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Easy Going,
Crash Course in Science,
Maurizio,
Terry Callier,
Mars,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Motions,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Sound,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Black Bananas,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Soft Cell,
June of 44,
The Residents,
Rites of Spring,
Jacob Miller,
Quando Quango,
Rakim,
The Blues Magoos,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Aswad,
Blake Baxter,
Television Personalities,
Boogie Down Productions,
Flamin' Groovies,
Underground Resistance,
Aloha Tigers,
The Techniques,
Unwound,
Quantec,
Theoretical Girls,
Deakin,
Cheater Slicks,
The Buckinghams,
the Fania All-Stars,
Loose Ends,
Malaria!,
The Martian,
Cybotron,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Man Parrish,
John Cale,
Pylon,
Toni Rubio,
Josef K,
Delon & Dalcan,
Severed Heads,
Joe Finger,
Delta 5,
Thee Headcoats,
Amon Düül,
China Crisis,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Patti Smith,
John Holt,
Average White Band,
Clear Light,
The Sonics,
The Leaves,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.