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 Suriname and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Bill Wells to the techno 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 The Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator 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 oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
John Coltrane,
Bobby Womack,
the Soft Cell,
Electric Prunes,
K-Klass,
Glambeats Corp.,
Neil Young,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ice-T,
Audionom,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dave Gahan,
Lakeside,
Crime,
Black Flag,
The Modern Lovers,
Index,
Heaven 17,
Hot Snakes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eric Dolphy,
Matthew Halsall,
8 Eyed Spy,
Half Japanese,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Chris & Cosey,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ten City,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
ABC,
The Barracudas,
Tom Boy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Dawn Penn,
Crooked Eye,
Bob Dylan,
Don Cherry,
OOIOO,
X-Ray Spex,
Rufus Thomas,
Judy Mowatt,
the Swans,
Gang Starr,
Ken Boothe,
Eden Ahbez,
Sound Behaviour,
Lungfish,
The Velvet Underground,
Howard Jones,
Robert Wyatt,
Flash Fearless,
The Index,
The Pretty Things,
Cecil Taylor,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Subhumans,
MC5,
Toni Rubio,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.