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 Sierra Leone and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lagos.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Dead C to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Soul II Soul,
Archie Shepp,
Eden Ahbez,
Nik Kershaw,
Silicon Teens,
Gong,
The Birthday Party,
Desert Stars,
Mission of Burma,
Heaven 17,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Walker Brothers,
Joyce Sims,
Amon Düül II,
B.T. Express,
Hardrive,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bad Manners,
Dead Boys,
U.S. Maple,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sexual Harrassment,
Vladislav Delay,
Aloha Tigers,
DNA,
Robert Hood,
Rapeman,
Eric B and Rakim,
Television,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sparks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Radio Birdman,
Electric Prunes,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Associates,
Rufus Thomas,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Gun Club,
E-Dancer,
The Young Rascals,
The Last Poets,
Khruangbin,
Organ,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Names,
The Divine Comedy,
Y Pants,
Letta Mbulu,
Vainqueur,
Nico,
Ronnie Foster,
the Normal,
Ten City,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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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.