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 Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Bad Manners to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
June of 44,
Goldenarms,
Main Source,
Yaz,
Angry Samoans,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Essential Logic,
Wasted Youth,
Rufus Thomas,
Arcadia,
John Lydon,
Jeru the Damaja,
Section 25,
Spandau Ballet,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Supertramp,
Mantronix,
Henry Cow,
Mission of Burma,
Donny Hathaway,
The Index,
Bob Dylan,
Davy DMX,
The Shadows of Knight,
Carl Craig,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Count Five,
The Skatalites,
Boogie Down Productions,
New York Dolls,
Glenn Branca,
Amon Düül,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Malaria!,
The Real Kids,
The Black Dice,
Loose Ends,
Moby Grape,
The Residents,
Sister Nancy,
Aural Exciters,
The Monks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Soft Machine,
The Blues Magoos,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Grauzone,
Man Parrish,
Josef K,
Matthew Halsall,
AZ,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The American Breed,
Basic Channel,
Niagra,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Alarm Clocks,
Alton Ellis,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.