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 Armenia and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Thee Headcoats,
The Doors,
Skriet,
Sam Rivers,
The Selecter,
The American Breed,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
This Heat,
Colin Newman,
Lou Reed,
The Remains,
John Coltrane,
Nirvana,
Jeff Mills,
Saccharine Trust,
John Holt,
Wasted Youth,
Drive Like Jehu,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eurythmics,
Dennis Brown,
Von Mondo,
Gastr Del Sol,
Patti Smith,
Deakin,
Brothers Johnson,
John Foxx,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Blackbyrds,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Sound,
The Vogues,
DJ Style,
Joensuu 1685,
Jandek,
China Crisis,
PIL,
Los Fastidios,
Ronnie Foster,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Joyce Sims,
Man Eating Sloth,
Flamin' Groovies,
Duran Duran,
Lungfish,
Royal Trux,
New York Dolls,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Carl Craig,
Hot Snakes,
Crash Course in Science,
Alton Ellis,
The Black Dice,
Moby Grape,
Sarah Menescal,
Livin' Joy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Divine Comedy,
Spandau Ballet,
The Dave Clark Five,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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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.