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 Uganda and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Danielle Patucci to the punk 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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Busters,
Joe Finger,
Eddi Front,
Archie Shepp,
Byron Stingily,
Tim Buckley,
Intrusion,
Tres Demented,
DJ Sneak,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Gladiators,
Grey Daturas,
Crooked Eye,
Deepchord,
OOIOO,
Rosa Yemen,
Zapp,
Jeff Lynne,
Charles Mingus,
Scientists,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The New Christs,
Scion,
Massinfluence,
Au Pairs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Barracudas,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Skatalites,
Minnie Riperton,
The Music Machine,
Lou Christie,
Lindisfarne,
Urselle,
Aloha Tigers,
Silicon Teens,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Metal Thangz,
Tears for Fears,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mad Mike,
Public Enemy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Nation of Ulysses,
Black Moon,
Lightning Bolt,
Joy Division,
Nico,
The Cramps,
a-ha,
Aaron Thompson,
The Victims,
Rhythm & Sound,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Yazoo,
Nick Fraelich,
The Happenings,
Symarip,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.