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 Dominica and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 In Retrospect to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
The Buckinghams,
Scrapy,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Gladiators,
La Düsseldorf,
Sister Nancy,
Roger Hodgson,
The Martian,
Massinfluence,
Joey Negro,
Minutemen,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Warsaw,
Mark Hollis,
Henry Cow,
Fatback Band,
Barbara Tucker,
The Names,
Lalann,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mo-Dettes,
The Selecter,
Rekid,
Wasted Youth,
Aural Exciters,
The Velvet Underground,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Trumans Water,
The Fugs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Move,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
New York Dolls,
Franke,
Ituana,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Germs,
the Sonics,
F. McDonald,
Spoonie Gee,
Electric Prunes,
Kas Product,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Boz Scaggs,
These Immortal Souls,
Kerri Chandler,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
ABC,
Barclay James Harvest,
Easy Going,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
New Age Steppers,
Gang Starr,
Black Pus,
Pagans,
The Techniques,
Newcleus,
Scott Walker,
Tomorrow,
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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.