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 Barbados and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the snare 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 Stetsasonic to the punk 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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba 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 arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Brand Nubian,
Fluxion,
Q65,
Underground Resistance,
World's Most,
Ultra Naté,
Bill Wells,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Offenders,
Bizarre Inc.,
Amon Düül II,
Blancmange,
The New Christs,
Oneida,
Carl Craig,
The Dead C,
the Association,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Wake,
Rapeman,
Bluetip,
a-ha,
Outsiders,
Rites of Spring,
Iggy Pop,
Ice-T,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Public Enemy,
Mr. Review,
Derrick May,
Sister Nancy,
Eden Ahbez,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pylon,
Junior Murvin,
Hashim,
Metal Thangz,
Alison Limerick,
James White and The Blacks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Hot Snakes,
Half Japanese,
The Residents,
The Misunderstood,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kas Product,
Stetsasonic,
the Germs,
Fat Boys,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Stiv Bators,
The Cowsills,
Angry Samoans,
Slave,
Aaron Thompson,
Duran Duran,
Nico,
Fort Wilson Riot,
T.S.O.L.,
Minor Threat,
Magma,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.