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 Djibouti and from Portland.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 rhodes 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 Sällskapet to the techno 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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Rhythm & Sound,
Nirvana,
Los Fastidios,
Magma,
Faust,
DNA,
This Heat,
Audionom,
The Names,
Slave,
Joy Division,
Siglo XX,
Bluetip,
Hashim,
Nils Olav,
The Kinks,
Main Source,
Yaz,
Moebius,
Leonard Cohen,
Harry Pussy,
Bobby Sherman,
Johnny Osbourne,
Cecil Taylor,
B.T. Express,
Andrew Hill,
Ice-T,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Skarface,
Robert Görl,
Hardrive,
Faraquet,
The Gap Band,
Tommy Roe,
The Fortunes,
Funky Four + One,
The Fuzztones,
Fad Gadget,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Flash Fearless,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sällskapet,
Pere Ubu,
X-101,
Matthew Halsall,
Curtis Mayfield,
Minutemen,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Camberwell Now,
The Sound,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Normal,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rekid,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eurythmics,
Negative Approach,
June Days,
It's A Beautiful Day,
New York Dolls,
Mission of Burma,
Aloha Tigers,
Neu!,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.