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 Slovenia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the sitar 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 The Young Rascals to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Black Pus,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Tom Boy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eric Dolphy,
Loose Ends,
The Standells,
The Index,
T. Rex,
K-Klass,
X-101,
Leonard Cohen,
MC5,
The Knickerbockers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Silicon Teens,
Aural Exciters,
Kaleidoscope,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Mojo Men,
Sam Rivers,
Derrick Morgan,
Ten City,
Gang Green,
The Busters,
Mr. Review,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Star Department,
Faust,
La Düsseldorf,
Lee Hazlewood,
Quadrant,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Skarface,
Harpers Bizarre,
Chrome,
Sonic Youth,
Fluxion,
Peter and Kerry,
Scott Walker,
Joey Negro,
Albert Ayler,
Tres Demented,
Soul II Soul,
Roxy Music,
John Holt,
Cheater Slicks,
ABC,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
A Certain Ratio,
Lindisfarne,
Negative Approach,
Simply Red,
Royal Trux,
Zapp,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.