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 Haiti and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Roy Ayers to the rap 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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer and a clarinet 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 sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
The Gap Band,
Tim Buckley,
The Mojo Men,
Fugazi,
The Buckinghams,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Terry Callier,
DJ Style,
Pantaleimon,
Y Pants,
Half Japanese,
Popol Vuh,
Scrapy,
Erykah Badu,
Delta 5,
Quadrant,
The Dirtbombs,
Hot Snakes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bob Dylan,
Eurythmics,
The Slits,
Vainqueur,
Bobby Byrd,
the Association,
Cecil Taylor,
Excepter,
Television Personalities,
B.T. Express,
Pantytec,
Faraquet,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pulsallama,
Delon & Dalcan,
Roxy Music,
Deadbeat,
Jandek,
Cymande,
Ken Boothe,
Hoover,
Los Fastidios,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gichy Dan,
John Coltrane,
Janne Schatter,
Goldenarms,
Ituana,
The Zeros,
Quantec,
Sarah Menescal,
Neil Young,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Unrelated Segments,
Byron Stingily,
Aural Exciters,
David Axelrod,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.