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 Vietnam and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Beijing.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Eric Copeland to the dance 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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 808 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 theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Terry Callier,
The Saints,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Junior Murvin,
Fat Boys,
Soft Machine,
Girls At Our Best!,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Stooges,
Minnie Riperton,
Banda Bassotti,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Smiths,
Dawn Penn,
Mo-Dettes,
The Fortunes,
EPMD,
The Techniques,
Black Moon,
Adolescents,
Ornette Coleman,
June of 44,
Mad Mike,
Peter and Kerry,
Scion,
The Mojo Men,
Henry Cow,
The Moody Blues,
Deakin,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Boogie Down Productions,
Intrusion,
Royal Trux,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Pop Group,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Audionom,
Average White Band,
Yusef Lateef,
Joe Finger,
Radiohead,
Saccharine Trust,
the Association,
Todd Rundgren,
The Invisible,
Roxy Music,
The Five Americans,
Electric Prunes,
The Evens,
Gang Green,
Bush Tetras,
Popol Vuh,
Lee Hazlewood,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Barry Ungar,
The Velvet Underground,
Barrington Levy,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.