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 Iceland and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 harpsichord 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 AZ to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mr. Review,
The Velvet Underground,
The Martian,
Pylon,
The Gun Club,
Marvin Gaye,
Zapp,
Eddi Front,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Deakin,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Dark Day,
UT,
Los Fastidios,
Tom Boy,
The Buckinghams,
One Last Wish,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Doobie Brothers,
This Heat,
Erasure,
The Litter,
Derrick May,
Television,
David Axelrod,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Section 25,
Lightning Bolt,
Soulsonic Force,
T. Rex,
James White and The Blacks,
The Cowsills,
Slave,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ultravox,
Faust,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Minor Threat,
Lou Christie,
Trumans Water,
KRS-One,
Chris Corsano,
Ludus,
Freddie Wadling,
Visage,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ponytail,
Carl Craig,
Godley & Creme,
Man Parrish,
MC5,
Scientists,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Zero Boys,
Cheater Slicks,
The Move,
Oblivians,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.