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 Netherlands and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Doors to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe 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 oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
Sam Rivers,
Popol Vuh,
Arcadia,
Pole,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ornette Coleman,
kango's stein massive,
Crooked Eye,
Scan 7,
Fat Boys,
Malaria!,
Sexual Harrassment,
Piero Umiliani,
Yellowson,
Gabor Szabo,
Don Cherry,
Joe Finger,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Motorama,
Joy Division,
the Germs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Davy DMX,
The Golliwogs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
E-Dancer,
The Divine Comedy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Electric Prunes,
The Fugs,
Grauzone,
Royal Trux,
Spoonie Gee,
The Dirtbombs,
The Names,
Pussy Galore,
H. Thieme,
Brothers Johnson,
Aural Exciters,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eric Copeland,
Icehouse,
The Gun Club,
Can,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Invisible,
Yazoo,
Fear,
Soulsonic Force,
Shoche,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Easy Going,
Lakeside,
Eddi Front,
Sun Ra,
The Offenders,
The Busters,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.