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 South Africa and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Spokane.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Drexciya to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ 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 rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
David McCallum,
Johnny Clarke,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Royal Trux,
MC5,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eli Mardock,
Quantec,
Ossler,
Amon Düül,
Sound Behaviour,
Rites of Spring,
Chrome,
Carl Craig,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Yusef Lateef,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Franke,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
FM Einheit,
Rapeman,
Mad Mike,
Bronski Beat,
The Monochrome Set,
Boz Scaggs,
Davy DMX,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Slits,
Tres Demented,
Arcadia,
Lalann,
The Busters,
The Doors,
Maurizio,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sight & Sound,
The Move,
AZ,
10cc,
X-Ray Spex,
Los Fastidios,
Patti Smith,
EPMD,
Crash Course in Science,
Barbara Tucker,
Au Pairs,
Scan 7,
Jeff Mills,
Pantaleimon,
Johnny Osbourne,
Joy Division,
Maleditus Sound,
Model 500,
The United States of America,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Al Stewart,
Metal Thangz,
Lou Reed,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.