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 Nigeria and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Glasgow.
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 808 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the rock 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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
Hoover,
Fatback Band,
The Pop Group,
Quando Quango,
Eve St. Jones,
Eric B and Rakim,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Offenders,
Oblivians,
Altered Images,
Jimmy McGriff,
Idris Muhammad,
The Evens,
Leonard Cohen,
Brick,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jawbox,
Barry Ungar,
Eric Dolphy,
Lower 48,
Lindisfarne,
Nas,
This Heat,
Sarah Menescal,
The Pretty Things,
ABC,
Suburban Knight,
Kurtis Blow,
Barrington Levy,
David Axelrod,
Little Man,
Pantaleimon,
Todd Rundgren,
JFA,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Aaron Thompson,
The Human League,
Ornette Coleman,
Zero Boys,
The Dead C,
Fad Gadget,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gichy Dan,
Isaac Hayes,
Silicon Teens,
Thompson Twins,
Mr. Review,
Kerrie Biddell,
Blossom Toes,
Schoolly D,
Agent Orange,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gerry Rafferty,
Roxette,
Minutemen,
Dead Boys,
The Fugs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Monks,
World's Most,
Iggy Pop,
Charles Mingus,
Yellowson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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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.