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 Algeria and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the rap 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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar 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 harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Hashim,
The Happenings,
Brick,
Ponytail,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bill Near,
Vladislav Delay,
The Fuzztones,
Qualms,
Erykah Badu,
Audionom,
Rod Modell,
Skriet,
Byron Stingily,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Matthew Bourne,
Avey Tare,
Blossom Toes,
Television,
Kerri Chandler,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Soft Cell,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gang Green,
Robert Wyatt,
Matthew Halsall,
Dual Sessions,
Hardrive,
B.T. Express,
Eric B and Rakim,
Section 25,
the Slits,
The Pretty Things,
Black Moon,
L. Decosne,
D'Angelo,
Johnny Clarke,
Flash Fearless,
Curtis Mayfield,
Stereo Dub,
Rites of Spring,
Tim Buckley,
The Tremeloes,
Albert Ayler,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eddi Front,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Standells,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Parry Music,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Saints,
Sugar Minott,
The Slackers,
Reuben Wilson,
Public Image Ltd.,
cv313,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.