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 Barbados and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 oboe 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 Matthew Bourne to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe 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 clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
Animal Collective,
Sexual Harrassment,
Hoover,
The Doobie Brothers,
Josef K,
Leonard Cohen,
Aswad,
The Stooges,
B.T. Express,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Aloha Tigers,
Altered Images,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Dirtbombs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nick Fraelich,
The Sound,
The Velvet Underground,
Sister Nancy,
Eurythmics,
Morten Harket,
Popol Vuh,
Judy Mowatt,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Tim Buckley,
Lou Christie,
Radiohead,
Scan 7,
Massinfluence,
Andrew Hill,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sight & Sound,
the Slits,
Siglo XX,
Model 500,
Deepchord,
Fad Gadget,
Alphaville,
Section 25,
the Association,
Franke,
Sonic Youth,
Kas Product,
Barbara Tucker,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Neil Young,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
FM Einheit,
Bronski Beat,
The Young Rascals,
The Golliwogs,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.