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 Iraq and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Kerrie Biddell to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Hashim,
Arcadia,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eli Mardock,
Graham Central Station,
The Dirtbombs,
Wasted Youth,
Model 500,
Boredoms,
The Saints,
Jeru the Damaja,
Man Parrish,
Minnie Riperton,
Angry Samoans,
Average White Band,
Warsaw,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Bar-Kays,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Nik Kershaw,
Dark Day,
Jawbox,
Johnny Osbourne,
Al Stewart,
Adolescents,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Moss Icon,
Oblivians,
Grandmaster Flash,
Scientists,
Amon Düül II,
Essential Logic,
Alton Ellis,
Yazoo,
Patti Smith,
Chris & Cosey,
Gong,
Pantytec,
The Busters,
Rufus Thomas,
Blake Baxter,
Blossom Toes,
Whodini,
Donald Byrd,
Interpol,
Anthony Braxton,
Roger Hodgson,
Pussy Galore,
Eve St. Jones,
Junior Murvin,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kenny Larkin,
Duran Duran,
The Litter,
The Dave Clark Five,
Half Japanese,
Frankie Knuckles,
R.M.O.,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.