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 Sudan and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Agitation Free 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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 808 and a güiro 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 synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bobby Byrd,
Motorama,
The Pretty Things,
Main Source,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Durutti Column,
MDC,
Bad Manners,
Jeff Mills,
The Index,
Amazonics,
Bobby Sherman,
Sex Pistols,
48th St. Collective,
The Moody Blues,
Pantaleimon,
Crispian St. Peters,
Althea and Donna,
The Buckinghams,
Adolescents,
Metal Thangz,
John Holt,
Royal Trux,
Soul Sonic Force,
Slave,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kerri Chandler,
Little Man,
Rekid,
Heaven 17,
The Pop Group,
Don Cherry,
Quantec,
KRS-One,
Magma,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Joey Negro,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lower 48,
The Victims,
Faraquet,
Maleditus Sound,
Zero Boys,
Fluxion,
Sister Nancy,
The Beau Brummels,
Franke,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sun Ra,
Quadrant,
Albert Ayler,
The Stooges,
Agitation Free,
Peter and Kerry,
Donald Byrd,
Funkadelic,
Crash Course in Science,
Rod Modell,
Gichy Dan,
The Angels of Light,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.