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 Ireland and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Flash Fearless 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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
The Doobie Brothers,
Loose Ends,
Roxy Music,
Q65,
Tom Boy,
Glenn Branca,
Neu!,
Scan 7,
Smog,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
U.S. Maple,
Terrestrial Tones,
Flamin' Groovies,
Royal Trux,
The Wake,
Ultimate Spinach,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cecil Taylor,
Sarah Menescal,
Radiohead,
Fatback Band,
Tubeway Army,
Nas,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Clear Light,
Soulsonic Force,
Pierre Henry,
Lucky Dragons,
Delta 5,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Angry Samoans,
Pussy Galore,
Motorama,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ultra Naté,
cv313,
The Fire Engines,
Yazoo,
Adolescents,
Man Parrish,
Ronnie Foster,
Amon Düül II,
the Soft Cell,
Public Enemy,
Camberwell Now,
The Index,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bobby Womack,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Arcadia,
Scientists,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Blancmange,
Faraquet,
Skarface,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.