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 Cambodia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Pussy Galore to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Section 25,
Adolescents,
Interpol,
Eric Dolphy,
Steve Hackett,
Alison Limerick,
Suicide,
Chris Corsano,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jimmy McGriff,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
X-101,
Toni Rubio,
Nick Fraelich,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Offenders,
Juan Atkins,
Fad Gadget,
Yazoo,
Mantronix,
Fatback Band,
La Düsseldorf,
Hasil Adkins,
Zero Boys,
the Swans,
AZ,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Alarm Clocks,
Janne Schatter,
Liliput,
Absolute Body Control,
Todd Rundgren,
Robert Hood,
Mark Hollis,
Tropical Tobacco,
Darondo,
MDC,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Barclay James Harvest,
Marvin Gaye,
Rites of Spring,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
John Holt,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Sonics,
Sarah Menescal,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sex Pistols,
Barry Ungar,
Graham Central Station,
New York Dolls,
Wolf Eyes,
Angry Samoans,
Blossom Toes,
The New Christs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Motions,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.