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 Uzbekistan and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 linndrum 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 The Doors to the jazz 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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum 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 spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Tubeway Army,
Erasure,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Barracudas,
Hot Snakes,
Scott Walker,
Youth Brigade,
Gichy Dan,
Mad Mike,
Alison Limerick,
LL Cool J,
Magazine,
The Residents,
The Fire Engines,
Chris & Cosey,
Hasil Adkins,
Sun City Girls,
Subhumans,
Wire,
the Bar-Kays,
Inner City,
Gong,
Fat Boys,
Lalann,
The Cowsills,
Section 25,
Danielle Patucci,
Steve Hackett,
Howard Jones,
Quantec,
New York Dolls,
The Blues Magoos,
Thompson Twins,
Gabor Szabo,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jandek,
Dawn Penn,
Lindisfarne,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Index,
John Coltrane,
Bobby Sherman,
Don Cherry,
The Sound,
Donny Hathaway,
Sällskapet,
Pantaleimon,
DNA,
Arcadia,
Soul II Soul,
The Angels of Light,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Monolake,
Tommy Roe,
Maleditus Sound,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nirvana,
Absolute Body Control,
Quadrant,
Ossler,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Stooges,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.