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 Congo and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lyres to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron 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 chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Connie Case,
Gang Green,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gichy Dan,
Terry Callier,
Barrington Levy,
Basic Channel,
Lalo Schifrin,
Cymande,
The Litter,
Essential Logic,
Lou Christie,
The Beau Brummels,
Gong,
Rotary Connection,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Skatalites,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Todd Rundgren,
Howard Jones,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pulsallama,
Panda Bear,
The Dirtbombs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Circle Jerks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Frankie Knuckles,
Quadrant,
Todd Terry,
Babytalk,
Soulsonic Force,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cameo,
Q and Not U,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Organ,
Wasted Youth,
Lalann,
MDC,
Sister Nancy,
Nick Fraelich,
the Normal,
Henry Cow,
Ornette Coleman,
Terrestrial Tones,
In Retrospect,
The Pop Group,
Negative Approach,
The Names,
Slave,
Barbara Tucker,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Marine Girls,
New York Dolls,
Soul II Soul,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Minnie Riperton,
Scan 7,
Sexual Harrassment,
Freddie Wadling,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.