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 Russia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 The Stooges to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an oboe and a rhodes 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 a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
The Human League,
The Dead C,
Throbbing Gristle,
Aural Exciters,
The Skatalites,
Bobby Sherman,
Amazonics,
Index,
Wally Richardson,
The Angels of Light,
X-Ray Spex,
Crash Course in Science,
Underground Resistance,
The Gun Club,
Nirvana,
Rosa Yemen,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jeff Lynne,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Moebius,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Fuzztones,
Skriet,
Graham Central Station,
Japan,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Associates,
Prince Buster,
Dennis Brown,
Johnny Clarke,
Minny Pops,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lucky Dragons,
Joensuu 1685,
Monks,
Mad Mike,
Grauzone,
These Immortal Souls,
The United States of America,
The Gories,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Busters,
F. McDonald,
The Cure,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Names,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pere Ubu,
Pierre Henry,
Mary Jane Girls,
Tommy Roe,
the Association,
Idris Muhammad,
FM Einheit,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Sound,
Skaos,
Todd Rundgren,
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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.