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 Comoros and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Stereo Dub to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Searchers. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Litter,
Los Fastidios,
Kayak,
Can,
Wolf Eyes,
Circle Jerks,
Zapp,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
John Cale,
The Move,
Soft Machine,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Blancmange,
Girls At Our Best!,
Maleditus Sound,
Eric B and Rakim,
David Bowie,
Stetsasonic,
Reagan Youth,
Idris Muhammad,
Grauzone,
Ohio Players,
The Fire Engines,
Boogie Down Productions,
Maurizio,
Wally Richardson,
Kevin Saunderson,
Donald Byrd,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Scott Walker,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Terry Callier,
Ronan,
Pussy Galore,
Con Funk Shun,
Pulsallama,
Lindisfarne,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fluxion,
The Vogues,
This Heat,
Neu!,
These Immortal Souls,
Fad Gadget,
Silicon Teens,
Magma,
DJ Sneak,
the Sonics,
The Barracudas,
10cc,
Electric Prunes,
The Slackers,
Agent Orange,
June of 44,
Skaos,
Infiniti,
the Bar-Kays,
The Beau Brummels,
Model 500,
Guru Guru,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.