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 Slovakia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Lou Reed 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 Aloha Tigers to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Adolescents,
Eve St. Jones,
The Last Poets,
Tom Boy,
The Dead C,
Jerry's Kids,
Robert Wyatt,
The Golliwogs,
Sonny Sharrock,
Moby Grape,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Magma,
Ken Boothe,
Peter & Gordon,
Yusef Lateef,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Dirtbombs,
Dennis Brown,
Boredoms,
Lower 48,
CMW,
Con Funk Shun,
Fad Gadget,
T. Rex,
F. McDonald,
Mo-Dettes,
The Saints,
Ornette Coleman,
The Tremeloes,
The Litter,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Fall,
Marshall Jefferson,
Isaac Hayes,
Funkadelic,
Dead Boys,
Beasts of Bourbon,
New Order,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Barbara Tucker,
Alton Ellis,
The Divine Comedy,
Altered Images,
kango's stein massive,
U.S. Maple,
Stiv Bators,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Sonics,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pharoah Sanders,
Arcadia,
Groovy Waters,
Funky Four + One,
Radiopuhelimet,
Angry Samoans,
Kerri Chandler,
Fluxion,
AZ,
Jeff Lynne,
Spoonie Gee,
The Black Dice,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.