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 Colombia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Terry Callier to the crunk 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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum 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 linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Jeff Lynne,
Con Funk Shun,
Kevin Saunderson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bill Wells,
Thee Headcoats,
Vladislav Delay,
Tomorrow,
Matthew Bourne,
the Association,
Sex Pistols,
The Searchers,
Lungfish,
Chris Corsano,
Motorama,
Anthony Braxton,
Organ,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Cure,
Vainqueur,
OOIOO,
The Birthday Party,
Agent Orange,
U.S. Maple,
Clear Light,
Charles Mingus,
Soul II Soul,
Minor Threat,
Minnie Riperton,
Mandrill,
Faust,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
LL Cool J,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Andrew Hill,
Suicide,
Wasted Youth,
Swell Maps,
Schoolly D,
Drexciya,
Metal Thangz,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lightning Bolt,
Lower 48,
Robert Hood,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Deepchord,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Soft Cell,
Ralphi Rosario,
Hasil Adkins,
Mr. Review,
Bluetip,
Alton Ellis,
Ultra Naté,
Sly & The Family Stone,
48th St. Collective,
Monks,
Byron Stingily,
Crime,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.