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 Netherlands and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the organ 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 Kevin Saunderson to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a JFA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Nas,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Severed Heads,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Zeros,
Deadbeat,
China Crisis,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kool Moe Dee,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jandek,
Swell Maps,
Grandmaster Flash,
Scott Walker,
Pylon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bluetip,
Morten Harket,
Marcia Griffiths,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
10cc,
Q65,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Stereo Dub,
Hot Snakes,
Ultimate Spinach,
Alison Limerick,
The Fall,
Scratch Acid,
Crispian St. Peters,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Gun Club,
Fugazi,
Lou Christie,
Eric Dolphy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
T.S.O.L.,
Bobby Hutcherson,
F. McDonald,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Man Eating Sloth,
Prince Buster,
Ossler,
Funkadelic,
Popol Vuh,
Pussy Galore,
Qualms,
Babytalk,
The Offenders,
Glenn Branca,
PIL,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kurtis Blow,
Panda Bear,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Slits,
Siglo XX,
Nick Fraelich,
Sparks,
Mandrill,
Cheater Slicks,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.