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 Kenya and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the oboe 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 Jesper Dahlback to the techno 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar 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 snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Leonard Cohen,
Ohio Players,
Bootsy Collins,
Jandek,
Sarah Menescal,
Easy Going,
Minny Pops,
Crooked Eye,
Dark Day,
Archie Shepp,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Music Machine,
The Walker Brothers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Five Americans,
Siglo XX,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sexual Harrassment,
Isaac Hayes,
T.S.O.L.,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Charles Mingus,
Black Bananas,
Colin Newman,
MC5,
F. McDonald,
A Certain Ratio,
Todd Rundgren,
Eden Ahbez,
John Coltrane,
Rakim,
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The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Seeds,
The Fall,
Little Man,
Aloha Tigers,
Talk Talk,
Japan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Moby Grape,
Shoche,
Au Pairs,
The American Breed,
Metal Thangz,
The Mummies,
Kerrie Biddell,
Grauzone,
Magma,
Max Romeo,
Yaz,
Make Up,
The Tremeloes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Tres Demented,
Sixth Finger,
Urselle,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.