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 Australia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Velvet Underground to the jazz 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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar 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 sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Darondo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Derrick Morgan,
The Litter,
Charles Mingus,
Minor Threat,
Sandy B,
Fatback Band,
Newcleus,
The Zeros,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Sonics,
Eden Ahbez,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Arab on Radar,
Barclay James Harvest,
Arthur Verocai,
Infiniti,
Lungfish,
Heaven 17,
The Sound,
Rites of Spring,
Wire,
These Immortal Souls,
Von Mondo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Cymande,
Pantytec,
Laurel Aitken,
Mars,
Massinfluence,
Moby Grape,
Swell Maps,
Amon Düül II,
Altered Images,
Pharoah Sanders,
Toni Rubio,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pet Shop Boys,
Livin' Joy,
Deepchord,
Carl Craig,
Sparks,
Suburban Knight,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
LL Cool J,
The Fuzztones,
Funky Four + One,
the Swans,
The Walker Brothers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Buzzcocks,
Althea and Donna,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dark Day,
New Age Steppers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sam Rivers,
Camouflage,
Talk Talk,
The Gladiators,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.