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 Morocco and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum 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 rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
Essential Logic,
Curtis Mayfield,
Nils Olav,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ultra Naté,
Chris & Cosey,
Marmalade,
Ultimate Spinach,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Henry Cow,
Icehouse,
Eddi Front,
Michelle Simonal,
The Seeds,
Nation of Ulysses,
Audionom,
Hardrive,
Black Moon,
Flipper,
Black Pus,
Faraquet,
Lee Hazlewood,
Iggy Pop,
Jesper Dahlback,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Cramps,
Tommy Roe,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rites of Spring,
Donald Byrd,
Matthew Bourne,
Derrick May,
T.S.O.L.,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ten City,
Mark Hollis,
Maleditus Sound,
The Residents,
Kayak,
The Gap Band,
Scratch Acid,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Duran Duran,
Mad Mike,
Minnie Riperton,
Surgeon,
Organ,
Camouflage,
Stockholm Monsters,
Flamin' Groovies,
Monolake,
Alton Ellis,
Rod Modell,
Whodini,
Kaleidoscope,
Suburban Knight,
The Last Poets,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.