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 Sudan and from Madrid.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Stetsasonic to the punk 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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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,
Rotary Connection,
Electric Prunes,
Grey Daturas,
Public Enemy,
Peter & Gordon,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Electric Prunes,
Rakim,
The Selecter,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Soft Machine,
Y Pants,
Average White Band,
The Angels of Light,
These Immortal Souls,
The Barracudas,
Electric Light Orchestra,
June of 44,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Technova,
Pierre Henry,
Warren Ellis,
Pussy Galore,
The Durutti Column,
Howard Jones,
Soulsonic Force,
Lee Hazlewood,
John Coltrane,
Thee Headcoats,
Country Teasers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Spoonie Gee,
Qualms,
Todd Terry,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Scion,
Swans,
Niagra,
Essential Logic,
Banda Bassotti,
The Red Krayola,
Whodini,
Hashim,
The Neon Judgement,
The Zeros,
the Slits,
Eric B and Rakim,
Monks,
Piero Umiliani,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Marvin Gaye,
Joe Finger,
Scientists,
X-102,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Marshall Jefferson,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pole,
Idris Muhammad,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.