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 Norway and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Calgary.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Kenny Larkin to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 synthesizer and a marimba 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 clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Matthew Bourne,
Al Stewart,
Rosa Yemen,
Liliput,
Dark Day,
Procol Harum,
DNA,
Lee Hazlewood,
Neu!,
The Index,
Lalo Schifrin,
Josef K,
Agitation Free,
Mark Hollis,
Warsaw,
Boz Scaggs,
Bill Wells,
The Saints,
L. Decosne,
Anakelly,
Laurel Aitken,
Whodini,
Simply Red,
Jerry's Kids,
CMW,
The Golliwogs,
The Barracudas,
Sam Rivers,
Young Marble Giants,
Warren Ellis,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Index,
Funkadelic,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Babytalk,
Altered Images,
Vainqueur,
David Axelrod,
Sugar Minott,
Funky Four + One,
Pantaleimon,
John Holt,
The Angels of Light,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Neon Judgement,
Skriet,
Sight & Sound,
Unrelated Segments,
The Monochrome Set,
Minny Pops,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Alison Limerick,
Franke,
Johnny Clarke,
Darondo,
Letta Mbulu,
The Black Dice,
Morten Harket,
Lou Christie,
Massinfluence,
Pulsallama,
Kenny Larkin,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.