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 Morocco and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sandy B to the rock 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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Easy Going,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Count Five,
The Litter,
Can,
The Sonics,
Theoretical Girls,
Albert Ayler,
Cal Tjader,
Swans,
Bobby Womack,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Misunderstood,
Lungfish,
Fear,
Monks,
Desert Stars,
Alphaville,
Tubeway Army,
Ornette Coleman,
Brand Nubian,
MC5,
Sun Ra,
Arab on Radar,
The Smiths,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mandrill,
Godley & Creme,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Siglo XX,
Zero Boys,
Eddi Front,
Section 25,
Barbara Tucker,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Index,
The Gories,
Roger Hodgson,
The Offenders,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
DJ Sneak,
Infiniti,
Bad Manners,
MDC,
Monolake,
The Gladiators,
Boz Scaggs,
Jesper Dahlback,
Livin' Joy,
Cameo,
Average White Band,
Mantronix,
Kenny Larkin,
Tropical Tobacco,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Zeros,
Neu!,
Al Stewart,
Boredoms,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.