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 Romania and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 oboe 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 Matthew Bourne to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Arthur Verocai,
R.M.O.,
Girls At Our Best!,
L. Decosne,
Ludus,
Los Fastidios,
Carl Craig,
Niagra,
The Count Five,
Qualms,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jeru the Damaja,
Massinfluence,
The Blues Magoos,
The Toasters,
Lightning Bolt,
Rosa Yemen,
The Golliwogs,
Gichy Dan,
Sandy B,
T.S.O.L.,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Barracudas,
Cluster,
Metal Thangz,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bobby Sherman,
F. McDonald,
Alton Ellis,
Minny Pops,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Q and Not U,
Eve St. Jones,
Mo-Dettes,
Pagans,
Youth Brigade,
Yusef Lateef,
Amon Düül,
Monolake,
The Five Americans,
Grauzone,
Sugar Minott,
Gabor Szabo,
Robert Hood,
Bizarre Inc.,
Marine Girls,
The Gories,
K-Klass,
Eden Ahbez,
Rites of Spring,
Fat Boys,
Circle Jerks,
Pole,
Von Mondo,
Barrington Levy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lungfish,
The Neon Judgement,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.