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 Croatia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the organ 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 T.S.O.L. to the grime 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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Kevin Saunderson,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Severed Heads,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Grauzone,
Essential Logic,
The Pretty Things,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Modern Lovers,
Surgeon,
The Shadows of Knight,
Donald Byrd,
The United States of America,
Zapp,
Can,
The Evens,
Deakin,
Sun Ra,
Rotary Connection,
Crooked Eye,
The Real Kids,
The Fall,
Drexciya,
Crash Course in Science,
Pierre Henry,
Pantytec,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Q65,
Morten Harket,
Dead Boys,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Iggy Pop,
Dawn Penn,
Mission of Burma,
Fear,
Urselle,
Panda Bear,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Big Daddy Kane,
Altered Images,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Connie Case,
the Slits,
Joy Division,
Dual Sessions,
Adolescents,
Lyres,
Agent Orange,
Royal Trux,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
New Age Steppers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Cluster,
Whodini,
Don Cherry,
Public Image Ltd.,
EPMD,
Moby Grape,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.