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 Senegal and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Talk Talk to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe 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 marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Marshall Jefferson,
Chris Corsano,
Mandrill,
Panda Bear,
Marmalade,
Qualms,
Cal Tjader,
Slave,
Sonic Youth,
Max Romeo,
Toni Rubio,
Duran Duran,
Nas,
China Crisis,
Average White Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Raincoats,
The Slits,
Pantytec,
Robert Hood,
Royal Trux,
8 Eyed Spy,
Quantec,
Essential Logic,
Alphaville,
Au Pairs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pantaleimon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Scientists,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Glambeats Corp.,
Arab on Radar,
Barbara Tucker,
Bad Manners,
Gang of Four,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Star Department,
Banda Bassotti,
Newcleus,
D'Angelo,
Excepter,
Boredoms,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Motions,
Robert Wyatt,
Avey Tare,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Minnie Riperton,
Bluetip,
Brick,
Silicon Teens,
David Axelrod,
Subhumans,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.