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 Australia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mumbai.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Malaria! to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro 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 mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Model 500,
The Misunderstood,
Reagan Youth,
Procol Harum,
Pussy Galore,
Warsaw,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Fortunes,
Black Pus,
Tim Buckley,
Tubeway Army,
Magazine,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gang Gang Dance,
Skriet,
Sällskapet,
Marvin Gaye,
Niagra,
Danielle Patucci,
Matthew Halsall,
Rosa Yemen,
Donald Byrd,
Underground Resistance,
Bang On A Can,
Gil Scott Heron,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Human League,
Radio Birdman,
the Sonics,
Main Source,
Vladislav Delay,
The Move,
John Foxx,
Kerri Chandler,
Dennis Brown,
Lee Hazlewood,
B.T. Express,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Barracudas,
Barry Ungar,
John Holt,
Alice Coltrane,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ken Boothe,
AZ,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Second Layer,
Pylon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
New York Dolls,
Dual Sessions,
Make Up,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Peter & Gordon,
Scrapy,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Pretty Things,
The Searchers,
Roger Hodgson,
Stetsasonic,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.