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 Nicaragua and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Rapeman to the techno 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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar 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 güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Ultra Naté,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Minny Pops,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Slave,
Soft Machine,
Wally Richardson,
Echospace,
Pussy Galore,
The Moody Blues,
Letta Mbulu,
Arthur Verocai,
Cameo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Sound,
ABBA,
Average White Band,
Kerri Chandler,
Camberwell Now,
Agitation Free,
The Monks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Schoolly D,
Infiniti,
Colin Newman,
Deepchord,
The Mummies,
Tubeway Army,
the Sonics,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Fania All-Stars,
B.T. Express,
David McCallum,
Althea and Donna,
The Index,
Todd Terry,
Mandrill,
Subhumans,
The Busters,
Funkadelic,
Public Image Ltd.,
Isaac Hayes,
The Velvet Underground,
Arab on Radar,
Anakelly,
Mission of Burma,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Y Pants,
Buzzcocks,
Gang Starr,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Urselle,
The Seeds,
Unwound,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jesper Dahlback,
Maleditus Sound,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Inner City,
The Count Five,
Jeff Lynne,
Black Sheep,
Pagans,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.