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 Guinea and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 Accra and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Carl Craig to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
10cc,
LL Cool J,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bobby Womack,
AZ,
June Days,
Barry Ungar,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Brick,
John Foxx,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pylon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Monks,
L. Decosne,
The Detroit Cobras,
Drexciya,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Con Funk Shun,
Average White Band,
Skriet,
The Cowsills,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Franke,
One Last Wish,
Sarah Menescal,
Marcia Griffiths,
These Immortal Souls,
Gang Starr,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Fall,
Harry Pussy,
Joey Negro,
Lee Hazlewood,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Whodini,
Pussy Galore,
Blossom Toes,
Eve St. Jones,
The Star Department,
D'Angelo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
E-Dancer,
Khruangbin,
Erasure,
Danielle Patucci,
Groovy Waters,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Robert Wyatt,
The Music Machine,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Harmonia,
Soulsonic Force,
Television Personalities,
Soul Sonic Force,
MC5,
Sight & Sound,
T. Rex,
Los Fastidios,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ice-T,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.