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 Georgia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the theremin 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 Wasted Youth to the funk 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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
David Axelrod,
Saccharine Trust,
Arcadia,
Scratch Acid,
Massinfluence,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ituana,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
One Last Wish,
Sugar Minott,
Sandy B,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Blancmange,
Skarface,
The Gladiators,
The Count Five,
The Young Rascals,
CMW,
The Move,
The Last Poets,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Con Funk Shun,
Moss Icon,
X-Ray Spex,
Minor Threat,
Cal Tjader,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Slackers,
Bronski Beat,
Lungfish,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mantronix,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pulsallama,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
kango's stein massive,
Barrington Levy,
Hot Snakes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Scan 7,
Faraquet,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Divine Comedy,
Franke,
Skriet,
The J.B.'s,
James Chance & The Contortions,
X-101,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Joensuu 1685,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Seeds,
The Pop Group,
Duran Duran,
Bauhaus,
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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.