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 Bulgaria and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Rotary Connection to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an oboe and an organ 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 organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Bobby Byrd,
The Toasters,
The Dave Clark Five,
Echospace,
Main Source,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Quadrant,
Make Up,
Fela Kuti,
Wings,
MC5,
Kas Product,
Matthew Halsall,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Red Krayola,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
These Immortal Souls,
Pierre Henry,
Y Pants,
Jandek,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
R.M.O.,
The J.B.'s,
Lungfish,
Amon Düül II,
Soul II Soul,
Suicide,
Donny Hathaway,
Sparks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Electric Prunes,
Hardrive,
Anakelly,
Theoretical Girls,
Chris Corsano,
Scratch Acid,
Franke,
Bluetip,
Sonny Sharrock,
Steve Hackett,
MDC,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Funky Four + One,
T. Rex,
Harmonia,
Black Bananas,
Gang Gang Dance,
ABBA,
Al Stewart,
Severed Heads,
Boredoms,
Deakin,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Mummies,
Black Moon,
Faraquet,
Television,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Erykah Badu,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.