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 Pakistan and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Drive Like Jehu to the crunk 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 The Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Remains,
Pantaleimon,
Kenny Larkin,
Electric Prunes,
Joyce Sims,
Joe Smooth,
the Soft Cell,
Amon Düül II,
Surgeon,
Quadrant,
Marine Girls,
Scan 7,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Shuggie Otis,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Sonics,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Black Flag,
the Human League,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Doobie Brothers,
Brand Nubian,
Josef K,
Shoche,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Golliwogs,
Reuben Wilson,
Aswad,
Sixth Finger,
Pylon,
Andrew Hill,
Minny Pops,
The Searchers,
Ice-T,
The Knickerbockers,
Ornette Coleman,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
David McCallum,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sister Nancy,
10cc,
Accadde A,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Divine Comedy,
Derrick May,
Janne Schatter,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Nils Olav,
These Immortal Souls,
Faraquet,
The Durutti Column,
Black Bananas,
Eden Ahbez,
Mr. Review,
Kool Moe Dee,
Goldenarms,
Yusef Lateef,
World's Most,
Lou Christie,
Lightning Bolt,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.