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 Indonesia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Stockholm.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Boogie Down Productions to the jazz 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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Fear,
Agitation Free,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sun City Girls,
Mad Mike,
Gang Gang Dance,
Darondo,
Absolute Body Control,
Joe Finger,
Wasted Youth,
D'Angelo,
Brass Construction,
Model 500,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bronski Beat,
Public Enemy,
Rapeman,
Jerry Gold Smith,
John Coltrane,
Gong,
Barry Ungar,
Boredoms,
Girls At Our Best!,
Magazine,
Sound Behaviour,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jeff Lynne,
Tres Demented,
Brick,
Scratch Acid,
Ultravox,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Letta Mbulu,
The Birthday Party,
Warren Ellis,
Sixth Finger,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Gun Club,
The Human League,
Johnny Clarke,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Faraquet,
Youth Brigade,
Eric Dolphy,
Camouflage,
Bill Wells,
Supertramp,
Slave,
Bobby Byrd,
Flipper,
Surgeon,
Anakelly,
Avey Tare,
Amon Düül II,
Isaac Hayes,
The Fugs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Detroit Cobras,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.