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 Maldives and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Organ to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
The Index,
a-ha,
The Slackers,
Eric Copeland,
Letta Mbulu,
Kerrie Biddell,
Easy Going,
Cameo,
Unwound,
The Electric Prunes,
Youth Brigade,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lindisfarne,
The Fugs,
Brand Nubian,
X-Ray Spex,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Dark Day,
Monks,
Mad Mike,
Jesper Dahlback,
Stetsasonic,
The Detroit Cobras,
Aloha Tigers,
Desert Stars,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sam Rivers,
Simply Red,
kango's stein massive,
Ultimate Spinach,
Cluster,
Supertramp,
The Moody Blues,
The Gun Club,
Joyce Sims,
The Stooges,
Mars,
The Fuzztones,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Livin' Joy,
Slave,
Fad Gadget,
Tim Buckley,
Cymande,
Hasil Adkins,
Ludus,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bobby Byrd,
Niagra,
Negative Approach,
Judy Mowatt,
Traffic Nightmare,
These Immortal Souls,
Lou Christie,
Sarah Menescal,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Roxy Music,
Thee Headcoats,
Warren Ellis,
Subhumans,
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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.