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 Turkmenistan and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Malaria! to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 synthesizer and an organ 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 arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Cramps,
Parry Music,
Rakim,
Amon Düül,
Monks,
Brick,
Barrington Levy,
Aaron Thompson,
Crime,
Boz Scaggs,
Pussy Galore,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
X-101,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Crispian St. Peters,
Byron Stingily,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
DJ Style,
Grauzone,
Gregory Isaacs,
10cc,
Tom Boy,
Pylon,
Talk Talk,
Loose Ends,
Bootsy Collins,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eddi Front,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Evens,
David Axelrod,
Babytalk,
Adolescents,
Glenn Branca,
Amazonics,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Magma,
The Music Machine,
Sarah Menescal,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Depeche Mode,
Massinfluence,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Nik Kershaw,
Model 500,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Metal Thangz,
Peter and Kerry,
The Mummies,
Can,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Roy Ayers,
Mad Mike,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ralphi Rosario,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sandy B,
Tomorrow,
Ornette Coleman,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.