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 Czech Republic and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Leaves to the rap 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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Sarah Menescal,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rosa Yemen,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Camouflage,
Oblivians,
Joey Negro,
DJ Style,
the Normal,
The Dave Clark Five,
E-Dancer,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sound Behaviour,
MC5,
Rakim,
Second Layer,
Drexciya,
Curtis Mayfield,
New York Dolls,
The Beau Brummels,
U.S. Maple,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jeff Mills,
The Human League,
Echospace,
Sparks,
Kaleidoscope,
The Gap Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
Yusef Lateef,
Easy Going,
Magma,
Skarface,
Joe Smooth,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Franke,
Robert Görl,
Ultravox,
Stiv Bators,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Doobie Brothers,
Thompson Twins,
Nick Fraelich,
Roger Hodgson,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Black Dice,
The Five Americans,
Fort Wilson Riot,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Outsiders,
Bush Tetras,
Khruangbin,
Ultimate Spinach,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.