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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
The Happenings,
Arcadia,
Fear,
Silicon Teens,
Matthew Bourne,
Fat Boys,
Suicide,
The Index,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Mojo Men,
The Monochrome Set,
Dark Day,
Excepter,
Blossom Toes,
James White and The Blacks,
Roy Ayers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Darondo,
Radio Birdman,
World's Most,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Black Flag,
Peter and Kerry,
Rotary Connection,
D'Angelo,
Blake Baxter,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Skriet,
The Moody Blues,
Arthur Verocai,
Accadde A,
Rites of Spring,
Jeff Lynne,
The Velvet Underground,
Urselle,
Eric Copeland,
Neu!,
Soft Cell,
Siglo XX,
Index,
Scan 7,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
MC5,
Suburban Knight,
Josef K,
Flamin' Groovies,
T.S.O.L.,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Roxy Music,
Carl Craig,
Lungfish,
Inner City,
Average White Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Royal Trux,
Bronski Beat,
Scratch Acid,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.