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 Indonesia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 Mumbai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Urselle to the punk 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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
The Cosmic Jokers,
AZ,
The Doobie Brothers,
Model 500,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sun City Girls,
Sandy B,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rites of Spring,
Quando Quango,
Monks,
ABC,
Stereo Dub,
Qualms,
Mad Mike,
The Saints,
The Wake,
Accadde A,
Ten City,
Scan 7,
Sparks,
Lebanon Hanover,
June of 44,
Youth Brigade,
Soulsonic Force,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Gladiators,
Yaz,
Bad Manners,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Massinfluence,
Pierre Henry,
Sixth Finger,
Nils Olav,
Q and Not U,
Neu!,
Skaos,
Masters at Work,
The Detroit Cobras,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Desert Stars,
Pussy Galore,
Black Pus,
The Mummies,
Sun Ra,
Amazonics,
Marmalade,
Gang Starr,
Pet Shop Boys,
Thompson Twins,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lower 48,
Motorama,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Wings,
The Toasters,
LL Cool J,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Roxette,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.