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 Thailand and from Houston.
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 Paris and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 marimba 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 Rod Modell to the rock 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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
New York Dolls,
Whodini,
Mandrill,
Idris Muhammad,
Lakeside,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Busters,
Agent Orange,
Oblivians,
Don Cherry,
The Walker Brothers,
Y Pants,
Wire,
the Bar-Kays,
Brand Nubian,
Theoretical Girls,
E-Dancer,
Hardrive,
Throbbing Gristle,
Suburban Knight,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Cecil Taylor,
Ossler,
Lyres,
Excepter,
Lungfish,
Massinfluence,
The Fuzztones,
Gang Green,
Suicide,
Spoonie Gee,
Sister Nancy,
Todd Rundgren,
Bobby Womack,
The J.B.'s,
Mantronix,
MDC,
Masters at Work,
Mary Jane Girls,
Michelle Simonal,
Grauzone,
David McCallum,
The Searchers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pantaleimon,
The Tremeloes,
Susan Cadogan,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Supertramp,
PIL,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sonic Youth,
Soulsonic Force,
F. McDonald,
These Immortal Souls,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Dave Clark Five,
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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.