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 Portugal and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Marmalade to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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?
Jesper Dahlback,
Pulsallama,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Victims,
K-Klass,
Neu!,
The Fall,
Popol Vuh,
Average White Band,
Panda Bear,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Magazine,
Derrick Morgan,
Pagans,
The Saints,
Rod Modell,
Brothers Johnson,
D'Angelo,
Hardrive,
Section 25,
Rakim,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Theoretical Girls,
Television Personalities,
Fear,
ABC,
Lower 48,
Public Enemy,
The Sonics,
Don Cherry,
PIL,
Leonard Cohen,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Crash Course in Science,
Gang Green,
Fad Gadget,
James White and The Blacks,
10cc,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Tremeloes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Malaria!,
Half Japanese,
Brass Construction,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Pop Group,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Dirtbombs,
World's Most,
Carl Craig,
The Residents,
New York Dolls,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Bar-Kays,
Los Fastidios,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ten City,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Monks,
Terry Callier,
Vladislav Delay,
Tomorrow,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.