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 Turkmenistan and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Barbara Tucker to the punk 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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 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 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
The Grass Roots,
The Alarm Clocks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Scientists,
Tubeway Army,
The Kinks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Tim Buckley,
The Smoke,
Easy Going,
Warsaw,
The American Breed,
Stiv Bators,
Half Japanese,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ralphi Rosario,
R.M.O.,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Isaac Hayes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Human League,
David Axelrod,
Jacques Brel,
Schoolly D,
Black Pus,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ornette Coleman,
The Five Americans,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Outsiders,
Andrew Hill,
Arcadia,
the Sonics,
The Seeds,
Jesper Dahlback,
Black Flag,
Janne Schatter,
Sonic Youth,
The Walker Brothers,
Barrington Levy,
Mantronix,
Aural Exciters,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tears for Fears,
Sarah Menescal,
Lightning Bolt,
Wasted Youth,
Maleditus Sound,
48th St. Collective,
Kenny Larkin,
Thompson Twins,
LL Cool J,
Bootsy Collins,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bobby Sherman,
Skriet,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.