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 United States and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Barry Ungar to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
The Kinks,
Anakelly,
Jeff Mills,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ronnie Foster,
JFA,
Cameo,
Drive Like Jehu,
Marvin Gaye,
Freddie Wadling,
Mars,
F. McDonald,
Bang On A Can,
Moss Icon,
Cecil Taylor,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Offenders,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Dennis Brown,
Outsiders,
Darondo,
Kevin Saunderson,
Skriet,
the Bar-Kays,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Spandau Ballet,
Roxy Music,
The Standells,
Jesper Dahlback,
Deepchord,
Bob Dylan,
The Moleskins,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
DNA,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Saccharine Trust,
The Stooges,
the Association,
Bobby Sherman,
The Trojans,
Jawbox,
John Coltrane,
These Immortal Souls,
Con Funk Shun,
Masters at Work,
Popol Vuh,
Yellowson,
David Axelrod,
Tomorrow,
Intrusion,
Funky Four + One,
Sex Pistols,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Mummies,
Organ,
Eden Ahbez,
Cymande,
Amazonics,
Supertramp,
X-Ray Spex,
Reuben Wilson,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.