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 Gambia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 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 synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
The Walker Brothers,
David McCallum,
Youth Brigade,
James White and The Blacks,
Bush Tetras,
Bronski Beat,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eddi Front,
Cecil Taylor,
Tomorrow,
Max Romeo,
Yusef Lateef,
The Velvet Underground,
Arab on Radar,
Hashim,
Funkadelic,
Scientists,
Second Layer,
Tim Buckley,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Cymande,
Black Sheep,
Ultravox,
Lou Reed,
Funky Four + One,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Surgeon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dennis Brown,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Fania All-Stars,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
PIL,
Skriet,
Magma,
Graham Central Station,
Trumans Water,
The Grass Roots,
Robert Hood,
Matthew Bourne,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Radiohead,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Blues Magoos,
Agent Orange,
The Alarm Clocks,
Man Parrish,
F. McDonald,
MC5,
Wasted Youth,
Lee Hazlewood,
Absolute Body Control,
Fatback Band,
The Slits,
Thee Headcoats,
Jimmy McGriff,
Goldenarms,
Sun Ra,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.