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 Jamaica and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Von Mondo to the disco 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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Cowsills,
Steve Hackett,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Radio Birdman,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rod Modell,
Lyres,
Juan Atkins,
Anakelly,
Urselle,
Public Image Ltd.,
Japan,
Danielle Patucci,
Kaleidoscope,
Monks,
The Last Poets,
Ice-T,
The Standells,
Jeff Mills,
The Gap Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
Chris & Cosey,
Peter & Gordon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Martian,
One Last Wish,
The Mummies,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rakim,
Porter Ricks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bobby Womack,
Erykah Badu,
Barbara Tucker,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Adolescents,
Thee Headcoats,
Pylon,
The Grass Roots,
The Vogues,
Mars,
Chrome,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Oneida,
DJ Sneak,
Sarah Menescal,
Warren Ellis,
Smog,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Slackers,
Dark Day,
Joy Division,
The Blackbyrds,
Scott Walker,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Qualms,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Derrick May,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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You don't know what you really want.
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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.