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 Gambia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Johnny Osbourne to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar 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 arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cecil Taylor,
Oblivians,
Aswad,
Quantec,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Misunderstood,
Scrapy,
Marine Girls,
Japan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Stockholm Monsters,
Harmonia,
The Dead C,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Peter & Gordon,
The Dirtbombs,
Blake Baxter,
The Cowsills,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Carl Craig,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Faust,
Talk Talk,
Boz Scaggs,
Marc Almond,
Lalo Schifrin,
Average White Band,
Michelle Simonal,
The Stooges,
The Fall,
Steve Hackett,
X-102,
Zero Boys,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Isaac Hayes,
Davy DMX,
Wire,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Bar-Kays,
Iggy Pop,
Mark Hollis,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Zeros,
Suburban Knight,
The Offenders,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Fugs,
Negative Approach,
Hot Snakes,
Babytalk,
Barbara Tucker,
The Residents,
Freddie Wadling,
Country Teasers,
Eric Dolphy,
Agitation Free,
ABC,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.