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 South Africa and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 theremin 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 Kerrie Biddell to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator 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 spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Flash Fearless,
Liliput,
Black Bananas,
Funkadelic,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Boogie Down Productions,
Scientists,
Faraquet,
Nico,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Alarm Clocks,
Smog,
Schoolly D,
The Detroit Cobras,
Skarface,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bush Tetras,
Alison Limerick,
Slave,
Scan 7,
Jesper Dahlback,
Zapp,
The Tremeloes,
Deepchord,
The Smiths,
Gichy Dan,
Boredoms,
The J.B.'s,
UT,
Nas,
Japan,
Skaos,
Bauhaus,
FM Einheit,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rosa Yemen,
Black Flag,
Lakeside,
the Slits,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Wolf Eyes,
Nik Kershaw,
Franke,
World's Most,
The Gladiators,
Steve Hackett,
The Raincoats,
Deadbeat,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bill Wells,
Ash Ra Tempel,
L. Decosne,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Bar-Kays,
Underground Resistance,
Hoover,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Interpol,
Popol Vuh,
Minutemen,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.