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 Gabon and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Star Department to the funk 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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer 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 theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Joe Finger,
Basic Channel,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Brand Nubian,
Surgeon,
The Toasters,
Eden Ahbez,
The Buckinghams,
Absolute Body Control,
New York Dolls,
Aural Exciters,
Barbara Tucker,
Sun Ra,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Bar-Kays,
Roy Ayers,
Sällskapet,
Donald Byrd,
Procol Harum,
Livin' Joy,
Rosa Yemen,
Sexual Harrassment,
Make Up,
David Bowie,
Chrome,
Main Source,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Black Flag,
Funkadelic,
Dawn Penn,
Lakeside,
Skaos,
Fat Boys,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Massinfluence,
Saccharine Trust,
Gang Gang Dance,
Tim Buckley,
The Fall,
Janne Schatter,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Clear Light,
Gang of Four,
Lyres,
Black Pus,
The Searchers,
Deakin,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Dark Day,
Pylon,
Aswad,
Erasure,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Silicon Teens,
Wings,
Groovy Waters,
Hasil Adkins,
The Cowsills,
Roger Hodgson,
Second Layer,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.