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 Malaysia and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 arpeggiator 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 Brass Construction to the crunk 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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord 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 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Black Moon,
The Gladiators,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Grey Daturas,
The Skatalites,
Juan Atkins,
Malaria!,
Severed Heads,
Wally Richardson,
Metal Thangz,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
10cc,
Sound Behaviour,
Negative Approach,
Black Pus,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kas Product,
Beasts of Bourbon,
D'Angelo,
Intrusion,
Black Bananas,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Mojo Men,
Deadbeat,
Pierre Henry,
Delon & Dalcan,
Soft Machine,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lower 48,
Donny Hathaway,
Pere Ubu,
Robert Görl,
La Düsseldorf,
Guru Guru,
Ornette Coleman,
Tres Demented,
Terry Callier,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Hashim,
Barrington Levy,
Ronnie Foster,
Suburban Knight,
Janne Schatter,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Groovy Waters,
FM Einheit,
Hot Snakes,
Marmalade,
Glambeats Corp.,
David Bowie,
Brass Construction,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Amazonics,
Aaron Thompson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Morten Harket,
Adolescents,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.