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 Jamaica and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Lou Reed 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 Todd Terry to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 clarinet 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 clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Sixth Finger,
Ossler,
The Music Machine,
Blossom Toes,
Thee Headcoats,
Eric B and Rakim,
Brick,
Saccharine Trust,
Scrapy,
Archie Shepp,
U.S. Maple,
The Knickerbockers,
Iggy Pop,
Marine Girls,
June of 44,
X-Ray Spex,
Tubeway Army,
Dennis Brown,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Durutti Column,
The United States of America,
Scientists,
Angry Samoans,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
MDC,
Ken Boothe,
Kool Moe Dee,
Girls At Our Best!,
Matthew Halsall,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Black Pus,
Steve Hackett,
Minor Threat,
Curtis Mayfield,
Japan,
the Soft Cell,
Prince Buster,
Harmonia,
Davy DMX,
World's Most,
Franke,
Gong,
Skaos,
Laurel Aitken,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sonic Youth,
Flipper,
Boredoms,
Half Japanese,
Maurizio,
The Stooges,
Panda Bear,
L. Decosne,
The Names,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Electric Prunes,
The Offenders,
Maleditus Sound,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.