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 Cameroon and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 synthesizer 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 FM Einheit to the rap 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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s 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 Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Essential Logic,
The Misunderstood,
the Association,
Swell Maps,
F. McDonald,
Radio Birdman,
Mantronix,
Barrington Levy,
The New Christs,
Sight & Sound,
Thee Headcoats,
The Cowsills,
Beasts of Bourbon,
John Foxx,
Gregory Isaacs,
Joey Negro,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Schoolly D,
U.S. Maple,
Moby Grape,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mars,
Tres Demented,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Motorama,
Ornette Coleman,
AZ,
The Wake,
Flash Fearless,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
New Order,
Sun Ra,
Skriet,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eddi Front,
Joensuu 1685,
The Searchers,
Patti Smith,
Ronan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Connie Case,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sällskapet,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Arthur Verocai,
Barclay James Harvest,
Idris Muhammad,
Joy Division,
Aloha Tigers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Iggy Pop,
Grey Daturas,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Cramps,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Index,
Lightning Bolt,
Eric Dolphy,
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.