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 Libya and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the funk 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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet 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 spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Godley & Creme,
Scion,
Funkadelic,
Scott Walker,
B.T. Express,
Slave,
Donald Byrd,
The Motions,
Maurizio,
Los Fastidios,
Echospace,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Half Japanese,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Sonics,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Dave Gahan,
AZ,
Eric Copeland,
Grauzone,
Lindisfarne,
Cameo,
Wings,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Monochrome Set,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Brick,
the Soft Cell,
Audionom,
Pulsallama,
The Doors,
Parry Music,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Dark Day,
Magma,
The Selecter,
The Monks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Gap Band,
Isaac Hayes,
Maleditus Sound,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Talk Talk,
Surgeon,
Yusef Lateef,
Peter and Kerry,
The United States of America,
Skriet,
Yaz,
Sister Nancy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jacob Miller,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gang Green,
The American Breed,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Velvet Underground,
Altered Images,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Excepter,
Moss Icon,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.