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 San Marino and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes 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 sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ohio Players,
Loose Ends,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Essential Logic,
Bob Dylan,
Eurythmics,
Rekid,
Buzzcocks,
The Move,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
June Days,
Sun Ra,
The Sonics,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Donald Byrd,
Crispy Ambulance,
Joey Negro,
The Cramps,
B.T. Express,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lungfish,
Cheater Slicks,
Michelle Simonal,
The Pop Group,
Soul II Soul,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Connie Case,
Scan 7,
Moss Icon,
Skarface,
Spandau Ballet,
Malaria!,
The Knickerbockers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
James White and The Blacks,
Banda Bassotti,
Steve Hackett,
Angry Samoans,
Eric Copeland,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Man Parrish,
The Music Machine,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Hardrive,
Wire,
Arthur Verocai,
the Sonics,
Johnny Clarke,
This Heat,
Deepchord,
Clear Light,
X-Ray Spex,
Dead Boys,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.