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 Haiti and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Hong Kong.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Derrick May to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar 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?
Section 25,
The Happenings,
Slave,
Soul II Soul,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Modern Lovers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dual Sessions,
Big Daddy Kane,
Visage,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
AZ,
David Axelrod,
The Pretty Things,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fela Kuti,
Lee Hazlewood,
Newcleus,
Howard Jones,
Lindisfarne,
Mission of Burma,
Jacques Brel,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Glenn Branca,
Arcadia,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Five Americans,
JFA,
Brothers Johnson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rekid,
Eurythmics,
The Slackers,
Arthur Verocai,
the Normal,
the Germs,
China Crisis,
Tim Buckley,
Josef K,
Technova,
U.S. Maple,
Inner City,
The United States of America,
X-102,
Todd Rundgren,
James Chance & The Contortions,
New Order,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Beasts of Bourbon,
John Holt,
Television,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Busters,
Hoover,
Jacob Miller,
Man Parrish,
Blake Baxter,
Los Fastidios,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.