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 Nicaragua and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 The Pop Group to the punk 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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ 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 synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Ossler,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Golliwogs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Hardrive,
Motorama,
Alice Coltrane,
Deadbeat,
PIL,
Barbara Tucker,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Aswad,
Pere Ubu,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mantronix,
Kevin Saunderson,
Minny Pops,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
New Order,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Todd Rundgren,
the Sonics,
Deepchord,
Skaos,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Smiths,
Television Personalities,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ultravox,
Ultra Naté,
John Holt,
Wire,
Eden Ahbez,
the Germs,
Parry Music,
The Slackers,
Terry Callier,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Walker Brothers,
Stiv Bators,
X-101,
Avey Tare,
Althea and Donna,
Sarah Menescal,
The Names,
Pharoah Sanders,
The United States of America,
Public Enemy,
Little Man,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Niagra,
MDC,
Neu!,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Scion,
The Pop Group,
Pet Shop Boys,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.