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 New York.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Jacques Brel to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Crime,
Dead Boys,
Bootsy Collins,
Donny Hathaway,
David Bowie,
Arthur Verocai,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Mummies,
Rufus Thomas,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Minor Threat,
Soft Cell,
Crispian St. Peters,
Shoche,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Buckinghams,
The Kinks,
Neil Young,
The Fugs,
The United States of America,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Victims,
The Happenings,
Harmonia,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
FM Einheit,
This Heat,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gichy Dan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Wasted Youth,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Talk Talk,
Albert Ayler,
The Names,
Boz Scaggs,
Outsiders,
Country Teasers,
Youth Brigade,
Sällskapet,
Lebanon Hanover,
Faust,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Underground Resistance,
Marcia Griffiths,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pere Ubu,
Reuben Wilson,
Reagan Youth,
Nas,
The Star Department,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Alphaville,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Suicide,
Livin' Joy,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.