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 Zimbabwe and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
EPMD,
Saccharine Trust,
The Searchers,
Television Personalities,
Skaos,
Organ,
Byron Stingily,
Brass Construction,
The Beau Brummels,
Ken Boothe,
The Neon Judgement,
Flash Fearless,
Arcadia,
New York Dolls,
Symarip,
Sugar Minott,
Pagans,
Pylon,
The Happenings,
Delon & Dalcan,
Marc Almond,
The Gladiators,
The Smoke,
Faust,
L. Decosne,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sight & Sound,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Offenders,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Chrome,
Pere Ubu,
Iggy Pop,
U.S. Maple,
The Index,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Last Poets,
Mars,
Sandy B,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Qualms,
Heaven 17,
Lyres,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Modern Lovers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Tres Demented,
Mission of Burma,
Scott Walker,
Section 25,
Magazine,
Freddie Wadling,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Detroit Cobras,
Crispy Ambulance,
Technova,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.