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 Niger and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 chamberlin 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 The Count Five to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Fall,
Ponytail,
Second Layer,
Glambeats Corp.,
Siglo XX,
These Immortal Souls,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Malaria!,
Aloha Tigers,
Moby Grape,
Patti Smith,
Wasted Youth,
Tropical Tobacco,
Letta Mbulu,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
ABBA,
Lungfish,
The Martian,
Blake Baxter,
Ken Boothe,
cv313,
Oneida,
Cal Tjader,
Sexual Harrassment,
Visage,
The Red Krayola,
Warren Ellis,
Icehouse,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Skatalites,
Charles Mingus,
Delta 5,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Harpers Bizarre,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Severed Heads,
The Fuzztones,
Eli Mardock,
kango's stein massive,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Agent Orange,
Marmalade,
L. Decosne,
Joey Negro,
Bootsy Collins,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Zero Boys,
Mission of Burma,
Loose Ends,
Q65,
Amon Düül II,
Brothers Johnson,
Pierre Henry,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Remains,
The Modern Lovers,
Todd Rundgren,
Sun City Girls,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.