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 Poland and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and New York.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Absolute Body Control to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 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 theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Essential Logic,
Hot Snakes,
Derrick May,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lungfish,
Camouflage,
New York Dolls,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
June of 44,
Gang Starr,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Piero Umiliani,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
T.S.O.L.,
Public Image Ltd.,
Monks,
Yusef Lateef,
The Velvet Underground,
Agitation Free,
Janne Schatter,
Fluxion,
Robert Wyatt,
Matthew Halsall,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Amon Düül,
Scratch Acid,
the Slits,
B.T. Express,
Cybotron,
Soft Cell,
Agent Orange,
Lebanon Hanover,
X-Ray Spex,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pagans,
Q65,
Severed Heads,
Steve Hackett,
Bootsy Collins,
Intrusion,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Godley & Creme,
The Names,
Marc Almond,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Brick,
Funky Four + One,
The Five Americans,
U.S. Maple,
Technova,
Aswad,
Alton Ellis,
Jawbox,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Harry Pussy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Anakelly,
Archie Shepp,
Nils Olav,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.