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 Solomon Islands and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Don Cherry to the grime 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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
The Alarm Clocks,
Skarface,
Barclay James Harvest,
Tim Buckley,
Deadbeat,
Lungfish,
The Cramps,
Mr. Review,
Fad Gadget,
D'Angelo,
Joy Division,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rhythm & Sound,
Make Up,
The Gap Band,
Nils Olav,
Scan 7,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
X-Ray Spex,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dorothy Ashby,
Hasil Adkins,
Crispy Ambulance,
Circle Jerks,
Second Layer,
The Toasters,
Spandau Ballet,
The Fugs,
The Happenings,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Moleskins,
Underground Resistance,
ABBA,
Barbara Tucker,
Stetsasonic,
The Velvet Underground,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Remains,
Robert Görl,
The United States of America,
Negative Approach,
Minnie Riperton,
Toni Rubio,
Boogie Down Productions,
Quadrant,
Chrome,
Alice Coltrane,
Zapp,
Country Teasers,
Joe Finger,
Pere Ubu,
Soul II Soul,
These Immortal Souls,
Warsaw,
The Red Krayola,
Essential Logic,
The Mummies,
Babytalk,
Kool Moe Dee,
Can,
The Stooges,
Fluxion,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.