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 Ireland and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Vainqueur to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Fat Boys,
John Coltrane,
E-Dancer,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gastr Del Sol,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Young Rascals,
Cal Tjader,
Josef K,
Los Fastidios,
ABBA,
DJ Style,
Lightning Bolt,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Alphaville,
Half Japanese,
Oneida,
Absolute Body Control,
Motorama,
Jerry's Kids,
Guru Guru,
The Knickerbockers,
Brick,
Monolake,
Hoover,
T.S.O.L.,
Qualms,
Siglo XX,
Black Flag,
The Cowsills,
June of 44,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Beau Brummels,
Excepter,
Connie Case,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Soft Cell,
Amazonics,
Skaos,
Tubeway Army,
Duran Duran,
Index,
Aloha Tigers,
China Crisis,
Quantec,
Bobby Byrd,
Ultravox,
Kaleidoscope,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Martian,
Newcleus,
Sexual Harrassment,
Agent Orange,
The Wake,
Kas Product,
F. McDonald,
Simply Red,
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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.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.