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 Nigeria and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Unwound to the funk 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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas 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 a clarinet 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 clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sam Rivers,
Quantec,
Johnny Clarke,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Connie Case,
Tubeway Army,
Funky Four + One,
Ultimate Spinach,
Cheater Slicks,
John Foxx,
New York Dolls,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Depeche Mode,
Half Japanese,
Bill Near,
Make Up,
Thompson Twins,
Minny Pops,
Nik Kershaw,
Camouflage,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Wolf Eyes,
Ludus,
Eric Copeland,
Lalo Schifrin,
Faraquet,
Harry Pussy,
Graham Central Station,
Gabor Szabo,
The Cure,
The J.B.'s,
Monks,
Marvin Gaye,
Girls At Our Best!,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Smoke,
Thee Headcoats,
The Fire Engines,
Brick,
Idris Muhammad,
Big Daddy Kane,
Grandmaster Flash,
Dave Gahan,
Vladislav Delay,
Suburban Knight,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Flamin' Groovies,
Crime,
Chrome,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Letta Mbulu,
Severed Heads,
Nirvana,
Avey Tare,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Adolescents,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.