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 Korea South and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Madrid.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Mark Hollis to the punk 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 The Cure. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar 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 mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Aswad,
Pantytec,
Scan 7,
Amazonics,
Rod Modell,
The Count Five,
Barrington Levy,
The Move,
Bill Wells,
Grauzone,
Rakim,
Robert Hood,
Das Ding,
Zero Boys,
Slave,
K-Klass,
David Axelrod,
Ultimate Spinach,
Slick Rick,
The Residents,
Kerrie Biddell,
Cal Tjader,
June of 44,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Fortunes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Arcadia,
Jeff Lynne,
The Detroit Cobras,
Wire,
Minnie Riperton,
The Raincoats,
Sonic Youth,
Chrome,
Nick Fraelich,
Joyce Sims,
The Star Department,
The Gun Club,
Ultra Naté,
FM Einheit,
Donald Byrd,
Fela Kuti,
The United States of America,
10cc,
Blancmange,
Soul Sonic Force,
B.T. Express,
Qualms,
Aaron Thompson,
a-ha,
Tom Boy,
Albert Ayler,
The Neon Judgement,
Lungfish,
Severed Heads,
Unwound,
Susan Cadogan,
Crispy Ambulance,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.