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 Panama and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Sam Rivers to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb 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 mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Wings,
Deepchord,
B.T. Express,
Dark Day,
Radiohead,
Slick Rick,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Magma,
Connie Case,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
In Retrospect,
Tim Buckley,
Delta 5,
The Wake,
Gabor Szabo,
Fluxion,
Tropical Tobacco,
Shuggie Otis,
Agitation Free,
The Searchers,
Television,
Animal Collective,
Sight & Sound,
Tears for Fears,
a-ha,
Max Romeo,
China Crisis,
Kool Moe Dee,
Panda Bear,
Sly & The Family Stone,
kango's stein massive,
Essential Logic,
Lindisfarne,
Audionom,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mr. Review,
Blossom Toes,
Letta Mbulu,
F. McDonald,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ossler,
Bluetip,
Ultravox,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Pop Group,
Peter and Kerry,
Stiv Bators,
Dead Boys,
Harmonia,
Todd Rundgren,
Aaron Thompson,
The Grass Roots,
FM Einheit,
Vainqueur,
Joe Finger,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Moody Blues,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.