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 Gabon and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Shanghai.
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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Deakin to the disco 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 The Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a snare and a sitar 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 organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
Morten Harket,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Scion,
Reagan Youth,
Colin Newman,
Tomorrow,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Young Rascals,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lou Reed,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Smoke,
Deepchord,
Connie Case,
The J.B.'s,
Warsaw,
Second Layer,
Drexciya,
June Days,
The Remains,
The Index,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Maleditus Sound,
The Doobie Brothers,
Black Pus,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rod Modell,
World's Most,
Boz Scaggs,
Arab on Radar,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Raincoats,
Man Parrish,
Flash Fearless,
Mr. Review,
New Age Steppers,
James White and The Blacks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Charles Mingus,
R.M.O.,
Chris & Cosey,
Minutemen,
Chrome,
Cecil Taylor,
Spoonie Gee,
Rosa Yemen,
Yazoo,
the Sonics,
Mandrill,
Erykah Badu,
Saccharine Trust,
DJ Sneak,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Chris Corsano,
Animal Collective,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sunsets and Hearts,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Quando Quango,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.