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 Brazil and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis 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 rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Sun Ra,
Suicide,
The Monochrome Set,
kango's stein massive,
Amon Düül,
Sixth Finger,
The Associates,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Alphaville,
UT,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eddi Front,
Piero Umiliani,
Das Ding,
Max Romeo,
Ultravox,
Scott Walker,
A Certain Ratio,
Dark Day,
Urselle,
Stetsasonic,
Mad Mike,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Todd Rundgren,
Sparks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Robert Wyatt,
The Moody Blues,
Section 25,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Amon Düül II,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bobby Byrd,
the Fania All-Stars,
DJ Sneak,
Drexciya,
The Durutti Column,
Marc Almond,
Negative Approach,
Second Layer,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Con Funk Shun,
John Cale,
Jeru the Damaja,
Wasted Youth,
Bronski Beat,
Quando Quango,
The Smoke,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Tubeway Army,
Faust,
The Music Machine,
Animal Collective,
The Fugs,
The Happenings,
The Searchers,
Smog,
The Sound,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.