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 Korea South and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 spring reverb 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 Scion to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator 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 guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Danielle Patucci,
Masters at Work,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Sonics,
Royal Trux,
Tears for Fears,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Unwound,
Anakelly,
Sight & Sound,
Zero Boys,
the Swans,
Cymande,
Hardrive,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pierre Henry,
La Düsseldorf,
The Remains,
The Seeds,
Archie Shepp,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eddi Front,
Brand Nubian,
Yazoo,
Bauhaus,
Glenn Branca,
The Wake,
Sarah Menescal,
Con Funk Shun,
Cecil Taylor,
Tom Boy,
Newcleus,
Boredoms,
Yellowson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Gories,
The Zeros,
The Searchers,
Suburban Knight,
The Invisible,
Tropical Tobacco,
Panda Bear,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Offenders,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ultravox,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bob Dylan,
Michelle Simonal,
Fatback Band,
Tommy Roe,
Ronnie Foster,
Talk Talk,
Alphaville,
Lou Reed,
Susan Cadogan,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.