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 Italy and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Salvador.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Franke to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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,
Cluster,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
DJ Style,
The Golliwogs,
Soft Machine,
Lalo Schifrin,
Dual Sessions,
Mad Mike,
Nik Kershaw,
Crispian St. Peters,
Deakin,
Nils Olav,
Sun Ra,
Inner City,
The Beau Brummels,
Negative Approach,
Pierre Henry,
Amon Düül II,
Radio Birdman,
Smog,
Ultimate Spinach,
Whodini,
Lou Christie,
Aloha Tigers,
Bush Tetras,
Althea and Donna,
Jeff Lynne,
Ludus,
Scan 7,
The Pretty Things,
Judy Mowatt,
The Durutti Column,
Robert Wyatt,
Peter & Gordon,
Jawbox,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Young Marble Giants,
The Skatalites,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Sound,
These Immortal Souls,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
La Düsseldorf,
Organ,
Ronnie Foster,
Magma,
Roy Ayers,
Joyce Sims,
Donald Byrd,
Danielle Patucci,
the Fania All-Stars,
Don Cherry,
The Zeros,
Tres Demented,
Crooked Eye,
Bluetip,
The Black Dice,
EPMD,
Agent Orange,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
ABBA,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.