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 Seychelles and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ten City to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Residents. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Janne Schatter,
Young Marble Giants,
Public Enemy,
Siglo XX,
Arab on Radar,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Cramps,
Sixth Finger,
Pole,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Minutemen,
The Velvet Underground,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
cv313,
Delon & Dalcan,
Aaron Thompson,
Blancmange,
Soulsonic Force,
Television Personalities,
Eden Ahbez,
Ice-T,
Shuggie Otis,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gichy Dan,
Flipper,
The Kinks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Cowsills,
The Cure,
Jandek,
Derrick May,
PIL,
Johnny Clarke,
Sex Pistols,
Kas Product,
Camberwell Now,
Eddi Front,
Royal Trux,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Amazonics,
The Mummies,
Skarface,
Roy Ayers,
The Red Krayola,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gang Starr,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Brothers Johnson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Fall,
Crooked Eye,
Marmalade,
Mars,
Curtis Mayfield,
David Axelrod,
Joensuu 1685,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ohio Players,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.