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 Gambia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare 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 Jimmy McGriff to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Eric Dolphy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Zero Boys,
Black Sheep,
Susan Cadogan,
Los Fastidios,
The Star Department,
ABBA,
Babytalk,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Human League,
CMW,
Ronan,
Hardrive,
T.S.O.L.,
The Blues Magoos,
Cluster,
Neu!,
The Monochrome Set,
Black Flag,
Yazoo,
Deepchord,
Unwound,
Minor Threat,
Scientists,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Birthday Party,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eurythmics,
Lyres,
Derrick May,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
EPMD,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Germs,
Kerrie Biddell,
Connie Case,
Nirvana,
Intrusion,
DJ Sneak,
The Black Dice,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Litter,
Freddie Wadling,
The Dead C,
Joy Division,
Bobby Byrd,
Lou Christie,
Young Marble Giants,
Faraquet,
Todd Rundgren,
The Walker Brothers,
U.S. Maple,
Joyce Sims,
Malaria!,
Television Personalities,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Crooked Eye,
The American Breed,
Delta 5,
Tres Demented,
Visage,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.