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 Honduras and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Selecter to the punk 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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba 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 sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Godley & Creme,
The Dave Clark Five,
LL Cool J,
FM Einheit,
Radiopuhelimet,
D'Angelo,
The American Breed,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Scientists,
Terry Callier,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Marc Almond,
Monolake,
Dawn Penn,
Rakim,
Eve St. Jones,
The Mummies,
Moss Icon,
Alison Limerick,
Robert Hood,
The Index,
Bauhaus,
Subhumans,
Slave,
Sexual Harrassment,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ludus,
Inner City,
Stiv Bators,
Symarip,
Desert Stars,
EPMD,
Pierre Henry,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Skriet,
Iggy Pop,
Gang Starr,
Graham Central Station,
the Bar-Kays,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bobby Byrd,
Tom Boy,
Television Personalities,
MDC,
Sonic Youth,
David McCallum,
Mission of Burma,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Wings,
Quantec,
The Motions,
Anakelly,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Mojo Men,
L. Decosne,
Accadde A,
Aural Exciters,
Funkadelic,
Grauzone,
Big Daddy Kane,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.