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 Argentina and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the linndrum 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 James White and The Blacks to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare 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 clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Monks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sandy B,
Tomorrow,
Black Bananas,
Mad Mike,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Erasure,
Max Romeo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Arab on Radar,
The Names,
F. McDonald,
The Standells,
The Saints,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Minnie Riperton,
Johnny Clarke,
Radiohead,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Masters at Work,
Yaz,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Marmalade,
The Knickerbockers,
Slick Rick,
Alison Limerick,
Alphaville,
Pantytec,
The Slits,
Dave Gahan,
Donald Byrd,
Arthur Verocai,
Cluster,
Fugazi,
Sight & Sound,
Kurtis Blow,
Yazoo,
Roy Ayers,
Todd Rundgren,
The Human League,
The Fall,
Don Cherry,
Bush Tetras,
Yusef Lateef,
Newcleus,
Joey Negro,
The Dead C,
L. Decosne,
Oneida,
Ohio Players,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gang Gang Dance,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kaleidoscope,
Ludus,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pierre Henry,
The Mummies,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.