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 Paraguay and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Jakarta.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Neu!,
The Music Machine,
The Searchers,
Soft Machine,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eve St. Jones,
Pantytec,
Amazonics,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Smoke,
The Toasters,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mr. Review,
Sound Behaviour,
Index,
Japan,
Man Parrish,
The American Breed,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sixth Finger,
Marc Almond,
Suicide,
Tears for Fears,
Fluxion,
The Cure,
X-Ray Spex,
Saccharine Trust,
Section 25,
E-Dancer,
Sonic Youth,
Mad Mike,
Girls At Our Best!,
Freddie Wadling,
The Fuzztones,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
Black Pus,
Todd Rundgren,
the Swans,
Basic Channel,
Darondo,
Isaac Hayes,
Barry Ungar,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Red Krayola,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Names,
OOIOO,
Dual Sessions,
Buzzcocks,
ABC,
Franke,
kango's stein massive,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sister Nancy,
Charles Mingus,
China Crisis,
Boz Scaggs,
John Cale,
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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.