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 the UAE and from London.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Inner City to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a clarinet and a synthesizer 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 theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Morten Harket,
Marmalade,
Blossom Toes,
Fluxion,
Negative Approach,
Country Teasers,
Nico,
Piero Umiliani,
Boredoms,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Zapp,
Fear,
Anakelly,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Los Fastidios,
Crime,
Pagans,
Eric Copeland,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Detroit Cobras,
Man Parrish,
Con Funk Shun,
Max Romeo,
Faust,
Bootsy Collins,
Nas,
The Smiths,
Marcia Griffiths,
Barrington Levy,
Wolf Eyes,
Black Bananas,
The Fire Engines,
Whodini,
The Last Poets,
Alphaville,
the Normal,
Excepter,
Bobby Womack,
The United States of America,
World's Most,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Quantec,
Moss Icon,
Chris Corsano,
Robert Wyatt,
Terry Callier,
Model 500,
Peter & Gordon,
Minor Threat,
Eli Mardock,
Television Personalities,
Clear Light,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Derrick Morgan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Interpol,
Tommy Roe,
Niagra,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.