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 Hungary and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 synthesizer 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 Intrusion to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 oboe and a rhodes 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 rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Glenn Branca,
Isaac Hayes,
Youth Brigade,
Sällskapet,
The Toasters,
Neil Young,
Lightning Bolt,
the Soft Cell,
Brothers Johnson,
Matthew Halsall,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bauhaus,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Chris Corsano,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Kinks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sonny Sharrock,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mandrill,
Yusef Lateef,
Moebius,
Don Cherry,
Nirvana,
Susan Cadogan,
Radiohead,
Derrick Morgan,
Prince Buster,
Roy Ayers,
The Monochrome Set,
Underground Resistance,
The Moleskins,
Amon Düül II,
Arthur Verocai,
The Gories,
The Fire Engines,
Desert Stars,
Davy DMX,
The Saints,
Little Man,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kenny Larkin,
Ronan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
John Cale,
The Music Machine,
The Smiths,
The Alarm Clocks,
Minnie Riperton,
Massinfluence,
Shoche,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Tom Boy,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Residents,
Anakelly,
Cybotron,
Faraquet,
The Birthday Party,
Ultimate Spinach,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.