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 Oman and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 theremin 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 Q and Not U 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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kurtis Blow,
David McCallum,
Jawbox,
The Divine Comedy,
Lebanon Hanover,
David Axelrod,
the Soft Cell,
Lou Christie,
Symarip,
Absolute Body Control,
K-Klass,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Junior Murvin,
The Young Rascals,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Robert Hood,
Gang of Four,
Soul II Soul,
Malaria!,
Steve Hackett,
Sällskapet,
Talk Talk,
Cluster,
Brick,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Five Americans,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Fania All-Stars,
Avey Tare,
Lee Hazlewood,
Reagan Youth,
The Monochrome Set,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rites of Spring,
Juan Atkins,
Marine Girls,
the Swans,
Minny Pops,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Girls At Our Best!,
Cecil Taylor,
Lyres,
Deakin,
the Germs,
Gang Green,
Jeff Lynne,
Dawn Penn,
Magma,
Supertramp,
Archie Shepp,
The Black Dice,
The Cure,
Mr. Review,
Underground Resistance,
The Seeds,
Fatback Band,
Nico,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rod Modell,
Blossom Toes,
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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.