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 Turkey and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Skaos to the electroclash 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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
The Invisible,
The Slits,
Yazoo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
B.T. Express,
Barrington Levy,
Fatback Band,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
Vainqueur,
The Tremeloes,
MDC,
Altered Images,
Excepter,
Bobby Womack,
The Angels of Light,
Main Source,
Robert Hood,
UT,
Eddi Front,
Funky Four + One,
Schoolly D,
Grauzone,
Bill Near,
Susan Cadogan,
Fat Boys,
Iggy Pop,
the Fania All-Stars,
Camouflage,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Franke,
Tropical Tobacco,
Au Pairs,
The Leaves,
Dark Day,
Sparks,
Godley & Creme,
Unrelated Segments,
The Kinks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
D'Angelo,
Lalann,
Lyres,
Accadde A,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
ABBA,
Mars,
The Moleskins,
Ludus,
Joe Smooth,
H. Thieme,
Lebanon Hanover,
Duran Duran,
Piero Umiliani,
LL Cool J,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kaleidoscope,
Easy Going,
Electric Prunes,
The Toasters,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.