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 Fiji and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lille.
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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Dave Clark Five to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonic Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
B.T. Express,
Carl Craig,
Average White Band,
The Barracudas,
The Fall,
Moby Grape,
Liliput,
Underground Resistance,
Kenny Larkin,
Harry Pussy,
Drive Like Jehu,
X-Ray Spex,
Gastr Del Sol,
Altered Images,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Zeros,
Prince Buster,
Circle Jerks,
Grauzone,
Curtis Mayfield,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Dennis Brown,
Yellowson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
John Foxx,
Dave Gahan,
Arcadia,
Alphaville,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rekid,
The Velvet Underground,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kas Product,
Camouflage,
Deepchord,
The Gap Band,
June Days,
Second Layer,
Mo-Dettes,
Alice Coltrane,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
X-101,
The Fortunes,
Ultimate Spinach,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Morten Harket,
the Human League,
the Soft Cell,
kango's stein massive,
DJ Sneak,
The Toasters,
the Bar-Kays,
Boogie Down Productions,
Nas,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Faraquet,
Charles Mingus,
The Trojans,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.