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 Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 Tokyo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Residents to the grunge 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 The Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer 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 linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
Lightning Bolt,
the Human League,
Howard Jones,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kaleidoscope,
Oblivians,
The Evens,
Tres Demented,
Johnny Clarke,
New Age Steppers,
Sister Nancy,
Delta 5,
Easy Going,
Absolute Body Control,
Moebius,
Neil Young,
Bill Wells,
Audionom,
Interpol,
Lalann,
Babytalk,
Warsaw,
Pantaleimon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pantytec,
Amon Düül,
the Normal,
Brick,
Funkadelic,
Anthony Braxton,
Duran Duran,
Charles Mingus,
AZ,
Man Parrish,
Underground Resistance,
Accadde A,
The Mighty Diamonds,
China Crisis,
Lou Reed,
Nation of Ulysses,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Don Cherry,
Derrick Morgan,
Wings,
Unrelated Segments,
Can,
The Human League,
The Happenings,
Idris Muhammad,
Soulsonic Force,
Marmalade,
Blossom Toes,
X-102,
Essential Logic,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Andrew Hill,
The Vogues,
Todd Rundgren,
Chris Corsano,
The Dead C,
K-Klass,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.