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 Mauritania and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Electric Prunes to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 spring reverb and a harpsichord 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 guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Lou Reed,
Monolake,
JFA,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Laurel Aitken,
Spoonie Gee,
Quadrant,
Lower 48,
Quantec,
Oblivians,
LL Cool J,
Grandmaster Flash,
Dave Gahan,
Sällskapet,
The Black Dice,
the Germs,
Sun City Girls,
Radiopuhelimet,
Roger Hodgson,
Johnny Osbourne,
Marvin Gaye,
Japan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Buckinghams,
Sex Pistols,
Electric Prunes,
Marmalade,
Pierre Henry,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Doors,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Yaz,
The Smiths,
Bobby Byrd,
Organ,
DJ Style,
Junior Murvin,
Joey Negro,
Suburban Knight,
Kenny Larkin,
Echospace,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Goldenarms,
Minutemen,
X-Ray Spex,
Boogie Down Productions,
Parry Music,
The Knickerbockers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Trojans,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Chris Corsano,
Bush Tetras,
Second Layer,
Harmonia,
Ornette Coleman,
Scientists,
Glenn Branca,
Jawbox,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.