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 Ecuador and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the grunge 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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter 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 '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 Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
The Divine Comedy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sound Behaviour,
Lightning Bolt,
R.M.O.,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Seeds,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Swans,
UT,
The Victims,
Reuben Wilson,
The Doors,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Boogie Down Productions,
Massinfluence,
Oneida,
John Cale,
Ultra Naté,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
FM Einheit,
The Dave Clark Five,
Angry Samoans,
Moebius,
Buzzcocks,
Zapp,
Blossom Toes,
Sparks,
Pantytec,
Eric Copeland,
David Axelrod,
Audionom,
Los Fastidios,
Flash Fearless,
Severed Heads,
PIL,
Symarip,
The Dead C,
Darondo,
Letta Mbulu,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fear,
Hashim,
Sun Ra,
Inner City,
Nation of Ulysses,
Outsiders,
The Busters,
The Mummies,
Youth Brigade,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bronski Beat,
Masters at Work,
Bad Manners,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sister Nancy,
Japan,
Ronnie Foster,
The Evens,
The Misunderstood,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.