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 Eritrea and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Flipper to the funk 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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
The Doors,
Inner City,
Skaos,
Stiv Bators,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Walker Brothers,
Matthew Bourne,
Sound Behaviour,
Sandy B,
Amon Düül,
Kenny Larkin,
Letta Mbulu,
The Associates,
Shuggie Otis,
Hasil Adkins,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Von Mondo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cal Tjader,
Cybotron,
E-Dancer,
Althea and Donna,
Carl Craig,
Aural Exciters,
Sex Pistols,
Cabaret Voltaire,
ABBA,
World's Most,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Saccharine Trust,
Grey Daturas,
Yaz,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lou Reed,
The New Christs,
Mo-Dettes,
Vainqueur,
Rotary Connection,
Wasted Youth,
Aswad,
Roger Hodgson,
Jeff Mills,
Quadrant,
Silicon Teens,
Andrew Hill,
Marmalade,
Mandrill,
Aloha Tigers,
cv313,
Isaac Hayes,
The Birthday Party,
Gang of Four,
Archie Shepp,
Dennis Brown,
Technova,
John Lydon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Aaron Thompson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.