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 Andorra and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and New York.
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 synthesizer 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 Scratch Acid to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 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 spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Yazoo,
Lindisfarne,
Aswad,
Brand Nubian,
Organ,
Quando Quango,
Scientists,
Mr. Review,
The Sonics,
Agent Orange,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Busters,
Pylon,
Angry Samoans,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Susan Cadogan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Bar-Kays,
John Coltrane,
Wire,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Monks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Minor Threat,
Black Bananas,
Heaven 17,
Ice-T,
David McCallum,
Peter and Kerry,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Slick Rick,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Danielle Patucci,
Man Parrish,
Sight & Sound,
F. McDonald,
Sandy B,
Soul II Soul,
Essential Logic,
Masters at Work,
Lakeside,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The United States of America,
Lucky Dragons,
Kevin Saunderson,
John Foxx,
Niagra,
Crooked Eye,
The Divine Comedy,
Arab on Radar,
The Raincoats,
The Fall,
The Gories,
Hoover,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kaleidoscope,
Symarip,
Amon Düül,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.