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 El Salvador and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang to the rap 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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord 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 synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Todd Terry,
The Misunderstood,
The Cramps,
Black Pus,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Offenders,
The Divine Comedy,
Audionom,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Monks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Music Machine,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gang of Four,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Hardrive,
Half Japanese,
Zapp,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
DJ Style,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gabor Szabo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fugazi,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ronnie Foster,
Blake Baxter,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sixth Finger,
Flash Fearless,
Rotary Connection,
Guru Guru,
The Wake,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Roxette,
The Dirtbombs,
Young Marble Giants,
Peter and Kerry,
Bluetip,
Don Cherry,
The Count Five,
Stetsasonic,
the Soft Cell,
Roger Hodgson,
Index,
The Flesh Eaters,
Skriet,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Doors,
Youth Brigade,
Second Layer,
The Toasters,
Sparks,
Amon Düül II,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Gap Band,
Banda Bassotti,
Rod Modell,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.