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 Slovakia and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Dual Sessions to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Neu! 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 techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Throbbing Gristle,
Max Romeo,
Underground Resistance,
JFA,
Eric B and Rakim,
Skaos,
Tres Demented,
Infiniti,
Country Teasers,
Porter Ricks,
The Music Machine,
Ornette Coleman,
Black Pus,
The Birthday Party,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mark Hollis,
Lou Christie,
Danielle Patucci,
Drexciya,
Jimmy McGriff,
Brick,
Aswad,
Boogie Down Productions,
Roger Hodgson,
Joyce Sims,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fela Kuti,
Stetsasonic,
Scott Walker,
Faraquet,
Barbara Tucker,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jacob Miller,
Crooked Eye,
Donald Byrd,
Duran Duran,
The Golliwogs,
Albert Ayler,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Swell Maps,
Kerri Chandler,
The Skatalites,
Negative Approach,
the Germs,
the Bar-Kays,
Franke,
Deepchord,
David Bowie,
Sex Pistols,
Nico,
Crime,
Chris & Cosey,
Ituana,
EPMD,
Camberwell Now,
Ohio Players,
Royal Trux,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Harpers Bizarre,
cv313,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.