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 Jordan and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Oblivians to the punk 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a theremin and a marimba 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 organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Moby Grape,
Y Pants,
Sister Nancy,
Wasted Youth,
Chris & Cosey,
Gang Starr,
Subhumans,
Royal Trux,
Oblivians,
The Beau Brummels,
Flash Fearless,
Althea and Donna,
Black Flag,
Quando Quango,
Shuggie Otis,
Junior Murvin,
Desert Stars,
The Young Rascals,
kango's stein massive,
James Chance & The Contortions,
DJ Style,
The Gap Band,
Camouflage,
The Knickerbockers,
H. Thieme,
Black Bananas,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lightning Bolt,
Average White Band,
Stetsasonic,
Clear Light,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Television,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Excepter,
David McCallum,
Marc Almond,
Adolescents,
Erykah Badu,
Reuben Wilson,
Neu!,
Roy Ayers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Simply Red,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Janne Schatter,
Country Teasers,
The Trojans,
Sonny Sharrock,
Robert Hood,
Easy Going,
Eric B and Rakim,
Byron Stingily,
Rufus Thomas,
Tubeway Army,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Slave,
Wolf Eyes,
Faust,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.