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 Iraq and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Funky Four + One to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
The Shadows of Knight,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nick Fraelich,
Sexual Harrassment,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fear,
Skarface,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Boogie Down Productions,
Piero Umiliani,
Barbara Tucker,
Jerry's Kids,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Suburban Knight,
ABC,
Black Flag,
Darondo,
The Toasters,
The Fall,
Barclay James Harvest,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Crash Course in Science,
The Busters,
Peter and Kerry,
Matthew Halsall,
Sam Rivers,
The Birthday Party,
Vainqueur,
Morten Harket,
The Mummies,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Radiohead,
Prince Buster,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Qualms,
Los Fastidios,
Sugar Minott,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Marshall Jefferson,
Junior Murvin,
Donny Hathaway,
Soul Sonic Force,
DNA,
Gang Starr,
David Bowie,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rosa Yemen,
Man Parrish,
Second Layer,
Johnny Clarke,
One Last Wish,
Gichy Dan,
The American Breed,
Slave,
Terrestrial Tones,
Marcia Griffiths,
X-Ray Spex,
Ludus,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.