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 Uzbekistan and from Tehran.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Seoul.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 Blake Baxter to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer 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 arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Lyres,
Funkadelic,
Smog,
Nico,
Organ,
Eli Mardock,
The Kinks,
Magazine,
Goldenarms,
Niagra,
the Human League,
Suburban Knight,
A Certain Ratio,
The Red Krayola,
FM Einheit,
Toni Rubio,
Todd Terry,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Aural Exciters,
Glambeats Corp.,
Marvin Gaye,
Bill Near,
Sister Nancy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sonic Youth,
Roger Hodgson,
The Angels of Light,
China Crisis,
Harpers Bizarre,
Scrapy,
Underground Resistance,
Cal Tjader,
Bobby Sherman,
AZ,
Yellowson,
Neil Young,
Marcia Griffiths,
Supertramp,
Rufus Thomas,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Television,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fela Kuti,
MC5,
The Busters,
Schoolly D,
The Blackbyrds,
Hashim,
Camouflage,
Wings,
The Young Rascals,
Steve Hackett,
ABC,
Sarah Menescal,
48th St. Collective,
Maleditus Sound,
The Real Kids,
Pierre Henry,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rites of Spring,
Radiohead,
Hardrive,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.