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 Costa Rica and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Sao Paulo.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the sitar 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 Lindisfarne to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Young Marble Giants,
Brick,
Andrew Hill,
Chris Corsano,
Boredoms,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
In Retrospect,
The Pop Group,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Letta Mbulu,
The Real Kids,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lalann,
Drexciya,
Masters at Work,
Barrington Levy,
The Young Rascals,
New York Dolls,
Public Image Ltd.,
Delta 5,
David Bowie,
Pantytec,
The Angels of Light,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Todd Terry,
Rapeman,
Swell Maps,
Max Romeo,
John Holt,
the Soft Cell,
Underground Resistance,
The Index,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Freddie Wadling,
UT,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Smiths,
Susan Cadogan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Babytalk,
Josef K,
Mantronix,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eric Copeland,
Darondo,
Prince Buster,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
ABC,
Average White Band,
Aswad,
T.S.O.L.,
The Wake,
Television,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rosa Yemen,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lakeside,
Blossom Toes,
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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.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.