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 Togo and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the theremin 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 T.S.O.L. 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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum 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 arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Evens,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Normal,
Kurtis Blow,
Jeff Mills,
Sonic Youth,
Lindisfarne,
Donald Byrd,
Fad Gadget,
The Moody Blues,
Lightning Bolt,
Alice Coltrane,
Flipper,
Unwound,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Golliwogs,
Mission of Burma,
Ornette Coleman,
Half Japanese,
The Count Five,
Yaz,
Eve St. Jones,
John Holt,
Unrelated Segments,
the Germs,
Girls At Our Best!,
New Age Steppers,
Magazine,
Sight & Sound,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Swans,
Au Pairs,
Eric Copeland,
Organ,
Yazoo,
Junior Murvin,
ABC,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Outsiders,
Radiohead,
The Durutti Column,
Cal Tjader,
Radiopuhelimet,
Magma,
The Searchers,
The Human League,
Bootsy Collins,
the Bar-Kays,
Nation of Ulysses,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Swans,
Aaron Thompson,
The Music Machine,
Colin Newman,
Johnny Osbourne,
Deadbeat,
Skarface,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lalo Schifrin,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.