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 San Marino and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and New York.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Niagra to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Ossler,
Aloha Tigers,
cv313,
Mark Hollis,
Stockholm Monsters,
Faraquet,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Skriet,
Kaleidoscope,
Anthony Braxton,
PIL,
D'Angelo,
Minny Pops,
Nick Fraelich,
Shoche,
Sixth Finger,
The Dead C,
the Association,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Visage,
Stereo Dub,
Public Image Ltd.,
Electric Prunes,
Maurizio,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Infiniti,
The Slits,
Fear,
Harmonia,
Goldenarms,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Index,
Albert Ayler,
Unwound,
Half Japanese,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Hoover,
Crime,
Alphaville,
Carl Craig,
The Toasters,
The Dave Clark Five,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kerri Chandler,
Pet Shop Boys,
Con Funk Shun,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eddi Front,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Music Machine,
Simply Red,
Althea and Donna,
The Index,
Minutemen,
The Velvet Underground,
Sound Behaviour,
The Gap Band,
Sparks,
Amon Düül,
Gong,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.