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 Mongolia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Columbus.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the theremin 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 Marshall Jefferson to the punk 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 The Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet 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 marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Alphaville,
Tears for Fears,
Eric Dolphy,
The Count Five,
The Angels of Light,
JFA,
Agent Orange,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sonic Youth,
Bill Wells,
The Martian,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Masters at Work,
Average White Band,
Blancmange,
The Motions,
Index,
The Mojo Men,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tomorrow,
The Durutti Column,
Pet Shop Boys,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Modern Lovers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Angry Samoans,
Fear,
Ludus,
Scan 7,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tom Boy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Alice Coltrane,
Soft Cell,
Hashim,
Roxette,
Crime,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lalo Schifrin,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Sonics,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eric Copeland,
Laurel Aitken,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Brothers Johnson,
Swans,
Sexual Harrassment,
Urselle,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Wire,
Eden Ahbez,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
X-101,
T. Rex,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gang of Four,
The Gap Band,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.