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 Swaziland and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Funkadelic to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar 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 güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Godley & Creme,
Iggy Pop,
The Red Krayola,
Cameo,
Pierre Henry,
Judy Mowatt,
DNA,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sight & Sound,
John Lydon,
Spoonie Gee,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Scientists,
The Human League,
Bill Near,
Drexciya,
Terrestrial Tones,
kango's stein massive,
Roxy Music,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rufus Thomas,
Banda Bassotti,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Soul II Soul,
Slave,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
B.T. Express,
Crime,
The Remains,
The Birthday Party,
Andrew Hill,
Sister Nancy,
Sällskapet,
X-102,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Robert Hood,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Graham Central Station,
Connie Case,
Niagra,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ituana,
Toni Rubio,
Guru Guru,
Faraquet,
Todd Terry,
the Germs,
FM Einheit,
Fela Kuti,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Wasted Youth,
Amon Düül,
Joyce Sims,
The Evens,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Busters,
the Sonics,
Freddie Wadling,
This Heat,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.