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 Cuba and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 chamberlin 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Ossler,
Funky Four + One,
The Blues Magoos,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Scion,
Nation of Ulysses,
Curtis Mayfield,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Crime,
Country Teasers,
Minor Threat,
Average White Band,
Howard Jones,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Slackers,
The Fall,
Nick Fraelich,
The Electric Prunes,
CMW,
B.T. Express,
DNA,
Supertramp,
The Mojo Men,
Half Japanese,
R.M.O.,
Stetsasonic,
Altered Images,
Lou Reed,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Little Man,
Joy Division,
The Monks,
Lindisfarne,
Q65,
Ronan,
Derrick May,
Wire,
Ludus,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Offenders,
Bobby Byrd,
The Star Department,
Andrew Hill,
X-101,
Minnie Riperton,
Juan Atkins,
Alton Ellis,
KRS-One,
Rotary Connection,
Amon Düül,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Skaos,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Robert Hood,
Symarip,
Terry Callier,
Lee Hazlewood,
Drive Like Jehu,
Neil Young,
Cluster,
Scott Walker,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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.