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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Motions to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Rites of Spring,
Cal Tjader,
Harpers Bizarre,
Stetsasonic,
Fatback Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Josef K,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Aloha Tigers,
Suicide,
Pylon,
James White and The Blacks,
The Neon Judgement,
Eddi Front,
Kayak,
Prince Buster,
Lucky Dragons,
F. McDonald,
John Coltrane,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ultravox,
Terry Callier,
Kevin Saunderson,
Magma,
Harmonia,
Amazonics,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
UT,
Motorama,
Loose Ends,
Lou Reed,
Eurythmics,
Cecil Taylor,
Joe Smooth,
The Monochrome Set,
Deepchord,
Don Cherry,
Icehouse,
Wally Richardson,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rotary Connection,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Isaac Hayes,
Dark Day,
Underground Resistance,
The Leaves,
The New Christs,
Theoretical Girls,
Ronnie Foster,
Royal Trux,
Khruangbin,
The Motions,
Jacob Miller,
Donny Hathaway,
Black Sheep,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Eli Mardock,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
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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.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.