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 Lesotho and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Wasted Youth to the jazz 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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
John Coltrane,
Roger Hodgson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Todd Terry,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Morten Harket,
Masters at Work,
Gang Green,
Bobby Womack,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eve St. Jones,
Barry Ungar,
The Red Krayola,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Marvin Gaye,
Terry Callier,
The Selecter,
Hoover,
Amon Düül II,
Fugazi,
Gerry Rafferty,
T. Rex,
The Moleskins,
The Pop Group,
The Slackers,
New York Dolls,
Drexciya,
Negative Approach,
Japan,
Wally Richardson,
The Cramps,
Subhumans,
Bootsy Collins,
The Monks,
Scrapy,
Oblivians,
The Standells,
Liliput,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Detroit Cobras,
F. McDonald,
The Monochrome Set,
Ice-T,
Connie Case,
Patti Smith,
Fort Wilson Riot,
In Retrospect,
Cecil Taylor,
Dual Sessions,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Derrick Morgan,
Neil Young,
Gabor Szabo,
Arab on Radar,
Funkadelic,
Matthew Halsall,
Warsaw,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Average White Band,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.