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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 Portland and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the guitar 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 Scion to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
The Modern Lovers,
Malaria!,
Minnie Riperton,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Glambeats Corp.,
Radiohead,
Amazonics,
Jacob Miller,
Danielle Patucci,
Adolescents,
Alton Ellis,
Theoretical Girls,
Gang Green,
Panda Bear,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Nik Kershaw,
Stockholm Monsters,
Khruangbin,
The Doobie Brothers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rosa Yemen,
The Cowsills,
David Axelrod,
Big Daddy Kane,
Deepchord,
Kerri Chandler,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Girls At Our Best!,
Television Personalities,
Isaac Hayes,
PIL,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eli Mardock,
Mr. Review,
the Bar-Kays,
Scientists,
June Days,
The Divine Comedy,
Ice-T,
The Shadows of Knight,
Youth Brigade,
One Last Wish,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Residents,
Terry Callier,
Sandy B,
The Neon Judgement,
U.S. Maple,
Hardrive,
Country Teasers,
Bauhaus,
Alice Coltrane,
Pole,
Soft Machine,
The Cramps,
The Names,
MC5,
R.M.O.,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.