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 Yemen and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Outsiders to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes 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 oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Soul Sonic Force,
Echospace,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Knickerbockers,
Wire,
Bad Manners,
Yellowson,
Chrome,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Altered Images,
Spoonie Gee,
Quantec,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Section 25,
Black Sheep,
Mary Jane Girls,
Unwound,
Rosa Yemen,
Mandrill,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sixth Finger,
ABC,
Yaz,
Anthony Braxton,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Red Krayola,
Robert Wyatt,
Marcia Griffiths,
Tropical Tobacco,
James White and The Blacks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Tommy Roe,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Slave,
The Searchers,
Underground Resistance,
Derrick Morgan,
Lucky Dragons,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Dead C,
Peter & Gordon,
Siglo XX,
kango's stein massive,
Nils Olav,
Outsiders,
The Smiths,
Gil Scott Heron,
Marmalade,
Howard Jones,
Animal Collective,
the Fania All-Stars,
Brass Construction,
OOIOO,
Little Man,
Faraquet,
Joey Negro,
Tubeway Army,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.