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 Spain and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Bar-Kays to the punk 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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moebius record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Hot Snakes,
Pantytec,
Duran Duran,
Fluxion,
Robert Wyatt,
Sun City Girls,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ultra Naté,
The Raincoats,
Khruangbin,
The Fugs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Cecil Taylor,
Dennis Brown,
Cal Tjader,
Aloha Tigers,
The Red Krayola,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Deadbeat,
ABBA,
Grey Daturas,
Barbara Tucker,
Gang Starr,
Eve St. Jones,
Skarface,
Aaron Thompson,
Section 25,
Pharoah Sanders,
Country Joe & The Fish,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Faust,
The Fortunes,
Public Enemy,
John Foxx,
Kayak,
Jandek,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ralphi Rosario,
Hashim,
Pulsallama,
The Busters,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Byron Stingily,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bill Near,
World's Most,
Rosa Yemen,
Gong,
The Modern Lovers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Todd Terry,
Cybotron,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Slits,
The Cramps,
Erykah Badu,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Soulsonic Force,
Main Source,
Spoonie Gee,
Alton Ellis,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.