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 Sierra Leone and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Erykah Badu to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin 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 harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
The Real Kids,
Eli Mardock,
The Barracudas,
Black Moon,
The Modern Lovers,
Model 500,
Swans,
Jeff Lynne,
Blancmange,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The United States of America,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
10cc,
Sister Nancy,
Reagan Youth,
Tommy Roe,
The Pop Group,
Sonny Sharrock,
One Last Wish,
Anakelly,
Fela Kuti,
Sugar Minott,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lee Hazlewood,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Country Teasers,
New Age Steppers,
Maleditus Sound,
Loose Ends,
Essential Logic,
Section 25,
Eve St. Jones,
Barry Ungar,
The Beau Brummels,
T.S.O.L.,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
David McCallum,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
UT,
U.S. Maple,
Skarface,
Mandrill,
The Techniques,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Todd Rundgren,
Royal Trux,
Aural Exciters,
Stockholm Monsters,
Robert Hood,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Normal,
Sarah Menescal,
Can,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.