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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Soft Machine to the punk 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow 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 rap 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 a synthesizer and a linndrum 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 clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Jandek,
Bobby Byrd,
Black Sheep,
Niagra,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Altered Images,
The Names,
Colin Newman,
The Fugs,
Minor Threat,
Quadrant,
Donald Byrd,
The Evens,
The Invisible,
LL Cool J,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Maleditus Sound,
Hot Snakes,
The Happenings,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Anakelly,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Mummies,
Joey Negro,
Robert Wyatt,
Goldenarms,
Erykah Badu,
Loose Ends,
The Trojans,
Bobby Womack,
D'Angelo,
The Moody Blues,
Cymande,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Organ,
Pylon,
Livin' Joy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Television Personalities,
Tim Buckley,
Smog,
Dawn Penn,
Gabor Szabo,
Morten Harket,
Archie Shepp,
Agitation Free,
Eli Mardock,
The Cowsills,
Das Ding,
Blossom Toes,
Electric Prunes,
Quantec,
Mission of Burma,
Drive Like Jehu,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Alison Limerick,
The Residents,
Oblivians,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.