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 Cuba and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Deakin to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs 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?
The Cowsills,
Sugar Minott,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Freddie Wadling,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lou Reed,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Remains,
Roxette,
Boredoms,
The Wake,
Rites of Spring,
Boz Scaggs,
Black Moon,
The New Christs,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Suicide,
Sällskapet,
Organ,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fela Kuti,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Aloha Tigers,
Dead Boys,
Minny Pops,
Howard Jones,
Vladislav Delay,
The Litter,
The Misunderstood,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Velvet Underground,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Second Layer,
Juan Atkins,
Cal Tjader,
Charles Mingus,
Marvin Gaye,
Marshall Jefferson,
Yellowson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Laurel Aitken,
The Red Krayola,
Pagans,
Patti Smith,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Trojans,
Sex Pistols,
The Pretty Things,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Offenders,
Ponytail,
Ohio Players,
Excepter,
Albert Ayler,
Radiohead,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
June of 44,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.