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 Kuwait and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro 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 Roxette to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord 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 a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
The J.B.'s,
Bluetip,
Crash Course in Science,
AZ,
Cybotron,
The Victims,
Toni Rubio,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Arab on Radar,
China Crisis,
Marcia Griffiths,
Animal Collective,
Electric Prunes,
R.M.O.,
FM Einheit,
Monks,
Ohio Players,
Stockholm Monsters,
Symarip,
Prince Buster,
the Fania All-Stars,
Essential Logic,
Sun City Girls,
Trumans Water,
UT,
Little Man,
The Saints,
Loose Ends,
The Knickerbockers,
Crooked Eye,
The Gories,
David McCallum,
Connie Case,
Black Sheep,
Rapeman,
Absolute Body Control,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ice-T,
The Divine Comedy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gang Starr,
D'Angelo,
In Retrospect,
T.S.O.L.,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pagans,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gang Gang Dance,
Susan Cadogan,
Scratch Acid,
Tim Buckley,
DJ Style,
the Bar-Kays,
Angry Samoans,
Sister Nancy,
Accadde A,
The Black Dice,
Ponytail,
Royal Trux,
Altered Images,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.